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  • 作词 : Phillips
    Now the troubadours are outside the court
    With their gramophones and rifles
    And an awful cloud is daring to pour
    Such a wild scene a 3-d picture bible story
    And the floats of tinsel garland are downed
    Stalled for blocks on the parade route
    But the majorette still twirls in the rain
    And the marching band goes soaking wet
    And that's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    See the ladies in their queen union suits
    Shuffling gaily for the camera
    Doing high kicks in their felt button boots
    While the men puff their cigarettes from panama
    Like the baby dolls of bisque on display
    In the shops of barcelona
    There's a blankness that falls over his face
    As the speaker makes his way up to the podium
    Could he be so blind to sip lemonade
    In such a dire time well that's a fine
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    Ah ah
    Holding hostage in the opium dens
    That are tucked behind the alleyway
    Where the corridors of amsterdam bend
    'neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins
    No one thinks of them on valentines (do ya do)
    There's no chocolate box or cards to read
    And that's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
  • 作词 : Phillips
    Now the troubadours are outside the court
    With their gramophones and rifles
    And an awful cloud is daring to pour
    Such a wild scene a 3-d picture bible story
    And the floats of tinsel garland are downed
    Stalled for blocks on the parade route
    But the majorette still twirls in the rain
    And the marching band goes soaking wet
    And that's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    See the ladies in their queen union suits
    Shuffling gaily for the camera
    Doing high kicks in their felt button boots
    While the men puff their cigarettes from panama
    Like the baby dolls of bisque on display
    In the shops of barcelona
    There's a blankness that falls over his face
    As the speaker makes his way up to the podium
    Could he be so blind to sip lemonade
    In such a dire time well that's a fine
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    Ah ah
    Holding hostage in the opium dens
    That are tucked behind the alleyway
    Where the corridors of amsterdam bend
    'neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins
    No one thinks of them on valentines (do ya do)
    There's no chocolate box or cards to read
    And that's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how
    Do ya do do ya do
    That's a fine how