周傳雄歌詞《啤酒泡泡》
[ti:啤酒泡泡]
[ar:周傳雄]
歌詞名稱(chēng):啤酒泡泡
歌手:周傳雄
專(zhuān)輯:transfer
想對(duì)你說(shuō)的話不說(shuō)我睡不著
想對(duì)你說(shuō)的話嘴里苦澀翻攪
想對(duì)你說(shuō)的話像咬碎的胃藥
有話想說(shuō)想想就好
想打電話給你環(huán)境有一點(diǎn)吵
想打電話給你時(shí)間還是太早
想打電話給你怕你說(shuō)我無(wú)聊
想要看你想到瘋掉
想你寫(xiě)來(lái)的信字跡十分潦草
想你寫(xiě)來(lái)的信情緒十分浮燥
想你寫(xiě)來(lái)的信渴望按倷不了
有話想說(shuō)寫(xiě)信就好
想寫(xiě)封信給你怕你不很明了
想寫(xiě)封信給你寫(xiě)成氣象報(bào)告
想寫(xiě)封信給你句句都是心跳
想要抱你想到瘋掉
思念沒(méi)有味道像那啤酒泡泡
酒精沸騰不了寂寞咆哮
今夜思念無(wú)端發(fā)酵像那啤酒泡泡
酒精也燃燒不了
(為何)思念沒(méi)有味道像那啤酒泡泡
酒精沸騰不了寂寞咆哮
今夜思念無(wú)端發(fā)酵像那啤酒泡泡
酒精也燃燒不了
空虛的啤酒泡泡
Beer On The Table歌詞，以及中文翻譯
Every morning I get up before that rooster crows
Heading straight to somewhere I don’t even want to go
Eggs and bacon in my belly and a Folger’s coffee buzz
Good ol’ radar detector it protects me from the fuzz
Well, I do what I gotta do to get through working that 9 to 5
It’s killing me but then again it’s keeping me alive
It puts the gas in my truck, butter on my biscuit,
couple bucks when I’m itching for a scratch-off ticket
That poker makes me broker every Saturday night
But I still got running water and they ain’t cut off the lights
Come Friday night, My friends and I start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week puts beer on the table
Eighteen bucks an hour and a million dollar tan
All them women whistle at me while I’m working for the man
Making me some cold hard cash out in that summer sun
Come Friday I’ll have money but by Monday I’ll have none
Once the bills are paid and that bass boat tank has gone from E to F
I fill that big ol’ cooler up there ain’t a whole lot left
But I got gas in my truck, butter on my biscuit,
couple bucks when I’m itching for a scratch-off ticket
That poker makes me broker every Saturday night
But I still got running water and they ain’t cut off the lights
Come Friday night, my friends and I start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week puts the beer on the table
Oh, oh, I’m a simple man, yes I am
All I need is a few good friends and a good job,
And a good dog, maybe a woman that understands
And a little gas in my truck, some butter on my biscuit,
A couple bucks when I’m itching for a scratch-off ticket
That poker makes me broker every Saturday night
But I still got running water and they ain’t cut off the lights
Come Friday night, my friends and I start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week, yeah, puts the beer on the table
Ho! Ha! Puts the beer on the table
Would y'all pass me another one of them cold cans?