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  • 作词 : Brooker, Reid
    作曲 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
    (Exotic Birds and Fruit)

    They tell us that we're savages who haven't got a hope
    We're burning in the furnaces, we're choking at the smoke
    They say we haven't got a choice, refuse to recognize our voice
    Yet they enjoy comissions from the proceeds of the joke
    Those Butterfly Boys at play with their toys
    Stinging like bees...itching like fleas
    Butterfly Boys...you got the toys
    You got the breeze...we got the freeze
    Butterfly Boys...give us a break
    We got the groceries...you've got the cake

    They tell us that we're savages who cannot understand
    We're sailing on a sinking ship, we're swimming in the sand
    They put their fingers in their ears, refuse to recognize our fears
    And fly off to Jamaica when we call them underhand
    Those Butterfly Boys at play with their toys
    Stinging like bees...itching like fleas
    Butterfly Boys...you got the toys
    You got the breeze...we got the freeze
    Butterfly Boys...give us a break
    We got the groceries...you've got the cake

    Butterfly Boys...

  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Brooker, Reid
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
    [00:11.73](Exotic Birds and Fruit)
    [00:28.14]
    [00:30.35]They tell us that we're savages who haven't got a hope
    [00:37.64]We're burning in the furnaces, we're choking at the smoke
    [00:44.33]They say we haven't got a choice, refuse to recognize our voice
    [00:51.45]Yet they enjoy comissions from the proceeds of the joke
    [00:58.36]Those Butterfly Boys at play with their toys
    [01:02.36]Stinging like bees...itching like fleas
    [01:05.93]Butterfly Boys...you got the toys
    [01:09.55]You got the breeze...we got the freeze
    [01:13.05]Butterfly Boys...give us a break
    [01:20.05]We got the groceries...you've got the cake
    [01:31.24]
    [01:46.80]They tell us that we're savages who cannot understand
    [01:54.05]We're sailing on a sinking ship, we're swimming in the sand
    [02:00.80]They put their fingers in their ears, refuse to recognize our fears
    [02:08.39]And fly off to Jamaica when we call them underhand
    [02:14.74]Those Butterfly Boys at play with their toys
    [02:18.68]Stinging like bees...itching like fleas
    [02:22.30]Butterfly Boys...you got the toys
    [02:25.86]You got the breeze...we got the freeze
    [02:29.43]Butterfly Boys...give us a break
    [02:36.55]We got the groceries...you've got the cake
    [02:47.48]
    [03:33.30]Butterfly Boys...
    [04:20.40]