Colin-a-Dell - Hugh Hopper/Richard Sinclair.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Dave C. Seager
[00:00.000]Colin-a-Dell? Yes, I've known him well
[00:07.994]Since the day he was born with his shock all shorn
[00:17.158]He shot from the womb like a corpse from a tomb
[00:25.401]Gave a hideous yell as if casting a spell
[00:33.991]A peculiar chap - they made him a cap
[00:42.527]Of leather and lead to squat square on his head
[00:52.096]Fain did his brain run like rain down a drain
[00:59.832]Perhaps 'twas queer cap made him querulous, poor chap
[01:08.706]At school he was quick, much like wax from the wick
[01:16.930]Dissected a lizard, was elected a wizard
[01:26.358]His college he scandalized with the knowledge he'd vandalized
[01:34.125]His trick with a stick nicked the Dean's knickers thick
[01:43.459]When pretty well growed he befriended a toad
[01:51.447]City roads would they roam until late wending home
[02:00.403]Under endings of moon, soon they'd send up a croon
[02:08.778]About what no-one knowed, all rendered in code
[02:17.463]Bad went to worse, he fashioned a hearse
[02:26.095]From a farmer's wagon, tethered to a dragon
[02:35.157]Feathered his bed with the fleece of the dead
[02:43.287]And with cursings terse nursed his bursting purse
[02:52.076]An improbable tale, no nearer the pale
[03:00.437]Then a kettle of fish in a teacup, I wish
[03:09.168]'Twere not wholly true, just an unwholesome brew
[03:17.566]Over some gruesome ale, but it's true as a nail ...
[03:34.980](Lyrics by Dave C. Seager)
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作词 : Dave C. Seager
Colin-a-Dell? Yes, I've known him well
Since the day he was born with his shock all shorn
He shot from the womb like a corpse from a tomb
Gave a hideous yell as if casting a spell
A peculiar chap - they made him a cap
Of leather and lead to squat square on his head
Fain did his brain run like rain down a drain
Perhaps 'twas queer cap made him querulous, poor chap
At school he was quick, much like wax from the wick
Dissected a lizard, was elected a wizard
His college he scandalized with the knowledge he'd vandalized
His trick with a stick nicked the Dean's knickers thick
When pretty well growed he befriended a toad
City roads would they roam until late wending home
Under endings of moon, soon they'd send up a croon
About what no-one knowed, all rendered in code
Bad went to worse, he fashioned a hearse
From a farmer's wagon, tethered to a dragon
Feathered his bed with the fleece of the dead
And with cursings terse nursed his bursting purse
An improbable tale, no nearer the pale
Then a kettle of fish in a teacup, I wish
'Twere not wholly true, just an unwholesome brew
Over some gruesome ale, but it's true as a nail ...
(Lyrics by Dave C. Seager)