《Hard Loving Loser》歌词

[00:00:00] Hard Loving Loser - Mimi

[00:00:04] Hes the kind of guy puts on a motorcycle jacket

[00:00:09] And he weigh about a hundred and five

[00:00:13] He's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut

[00:00:16] And you wonder how he'll ever survive

[00:00:21] He's the kind of frogman wearing twenty pounds of counterweights

[00:00:27] And sinking in the sea like a stone

[00:00:30] He's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction

[00:00:32] And they send him in the jungle alone

[00:00:38] But when the frost's on the pumpkin and the litle girls are jumpin'

[00:00:42] He's a hard loving son of a gun

[00:00:46] He's got them waiting down the stairs just to sample his affairs

[00:00:49] And they call him a spoonful of fun

[00:00:55] He's the kind of person going riding on a skateboard

[00:00:57] And his mind's raging out of control

[00:01:03] He's the kind of person goes to drive a Maserati

[00:01:05] Puts his key inside the wrong little hole

[00:01:11] He's the kind of ski bum tearing wild down the mountain

[00:01:14] Hits a patch where there ain't any snow

[00:01:20] He's the kind of cowboy got a hot trigger finger

[00:01:22] Shoots his boot 'cause he's drawing kind of slow

[00:01:28] But when it comes in for rolling he's an expert at bowling

[00:01:31] Sets the pins up and lays 'em right down

[00:01:36] He's got them taking off their heels and they like the way he feels

[00:01:40] And they call him a carnival clown

[00:01:44] He's got a parachute and screaming out "Geronimo "

[00:01:48] And makes a little hole in the ground

[00:01:53] He's the kind of logger when the man hollers "Timber "

[00:01:55] Got to stop and look around for the sound

[00:02:01] He's the kind of artist rents a groovy little attic

[00:02:04] And discovers that he can't grow a beard

[00:02:10] He's the human cannon ball come in for a landing

[00:02:12] And he wonders where the net disappeared

[00:02:17] But when he takes off his shoes man it won't come as news

[00:02:21] He's got them lining up in threes and in twos

[00:02:26] He's got them painting on the floor got them begging for some more

[00:02:29] And they call him whatever they choose

[00:02:59] Hes the kind of guy puts on a motorcycle jacket

[00:03:01] And he weigh about a hundred and five

[00:03:07] He's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut

[00:03:09] And you wonder how he'll ever survive

[00:03:15] He's the kind of frogman wearing twenty pounds of counterweights

[00:03:19] And sinking in the sea like a stone

[00:03:23] He's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction

[00:03:26] And they send him in the jungle alone

[00:03:31] But when the frost's on the pumpkin and the litle girls are jumpin'

[00:03:34] He's a hard loving son of a gun

[00:03:39] He's got them waiting down the stairs just to sample his affairs

[00:03:42] And they call him a spoonful of fun