编曲 : Daryl Hall/John Oates 鼓 : John G. Wilcox 音频工程师 : Todd Rundgren 低音吉他 : John Siegler 吉他 : John Oates/Rich Cerniglia 和声 : Todd Rundgren He's the star on the stage, but he screams all night 'Cause he can't get to sleep at all And his favorite book, by the T.V. Light Can't stop this matinee, he's played it over and over And he can't stop the music Or remember the ending to his song He played it much too long All those hard earned words, that he's fought from his pen Have been forgotten in some empty hall And those wide eyed looks, on those wiped out faces Make some dreams of their places over and over And he can't stop the music Or remember the ending to his song He played it much too long Wouldn't believe in years If he told you what the papers use to say But that was in his hey day Get back in his prime he had the fans in line You should have seen him then Now look at him His hair is getting thin There's one last show before the glory ends There in the wings, waits his only friend The record that he's prayed to over and over And he can't stop the music Or remember the ending to his song He played it much too long Now, he can't stop the music, oh no Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this, and we go like that Can't stop the music Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this and we go like that Can't stop the music Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this, and we go like that Can't stop the music Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this and we go like that
编曲 : Daryl Hall/John Oates 鼓 : John G. Wilcox 音频工程师 : Todd Rundgren 低音吉他 : John Siegler 吉他 : John Oates/Rich Cerniglia 和声 : Todd Rundgren He's the star on the stage, but he screams all night 'Cause he can't get to sleep at all And his favorite book, by the T.V. Light Can't stop this matinee, he's played it over and over And he can't stop the music Or remember the ending to his song He played it much too long All those hard earned words, that he's fought from his pen Have been forgotten in some empty hall And those wide eyed looks, on those wiped out faces Make some dreams of their places over and over And he can't stop the music Or remember the ending to his song He played it much too long Wouldn't believe in years If he told you what the papers use to say But that was in his hey day Get back in his prime he had the fans in line You should have seen him then Now look at him His hair is getting thin There's one last show before the glory ends There in the wings, waits his only friend The record that he's prayed to over and over And he can't stop the music Or remember the ending to his song He played it much too long Now, he can't stop the music, oh no Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this, and we go like that Can't stop the music Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this and we go like that Can't stop the music Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this, and we go like that Can't stop the music Then we go like this, and we go like that Music Then we go like this and we go like that
