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《Hard-Loving Loser》歌词

Hard-Loving Loser

[00:00:00] Hard Loving Loser - Mimi And Richard Farina

[00:00:01] Written by:Richard Farina

[00:00:05] He's the kind of guy

[00:00:06] Puts on a motorcycle jacket

[00:00:08] And he weighs about

[00:00:10] A hundred and five

[00:00:13] He's the kind of surfer

[00:00:14] Got a ho daddy haircut

[00:00:17] And you wonder how

[00:00:18] He'll ever survive

[00:00:21] He's the kind of frogman

[00:00:23] Wearing twenty pounds

[00:00:24] Of counter weights and

[00:00:26] Sinking in the sea like a stone

[00:00:30] He's the kind of soldier

[00:00:31] Got no sense of direction

[00:00:33] And they send him

[00:00:35] In the jungle alone

[00:00:37] But when the frost's on the pumpkin

[00:00:40] And the little girls are jumping

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

[00:00:46] He's got 'em waiting downstairs

[00:00:48] Just to sample his affairs

[00:00:50] And they call him a spoonful of fun

[00:00:55] He's the kind of person

[00:00:56] Going riding on a skateboard

[00:00:59] And his mind's raging out of control

[00:01:03] He's the kind of person

[00:01:05] Goes to drive a maserati

[00:01:07] Puts his key inside the wrong little hole

[00:01:11] He's the kind of ski bum

[00:01:13] Tearing wild down the mountain

[00:01:15] Hits a patch where there ain't any snow

[00:01:20] He's the kind of cowboy

[00:01:21] Got a hot trigger finger

[00:01:24] Shoots his boot cause he's drawing kind of slow

[00:01:28] When he comes in for bowling

[00:01:30] He's an expert at rolling

[00:01:32] Sets the pins up and lays 'em right down

[00:01:36] He's got 'em taking off their heels

[00:01:38] And they like the way he feels

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

[00:01:45] He's got a parachute

[00:01:47] He's screaming like geronimo

[00:01:49] And makes a little hole in the ground

[00:01:53] He's the kind of logger

[00:01:55] When the man hollers timber

[00:01:57] Has to stop and look around for the sound

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

[00:02:05] And discovers that he can't grow a beard

[00:02:10] He's the human cannonball

[00:02:12] Come in for a landing

[00:02:13] And he wonders where the net disappeared

[00:02:17] He takes off his shoes

[00:02:19] Man it won't come as news

[00:02:21] That they're lining up on threes and in twos

[00:02:25] He's got 'em pounding on the door

[00:02:28] Got 'em begging for some more

[00:02:30] And they call him whatever they choose

[00:02:59] He's the kind of guy

[00:03:00] Puts on a motorcycle jacket

[00:03:03] And he weighs about

[00:03:04] A hundred and five

[00:03:07] He's the kind of surfer

[00:03:09] Got a ho daddy haircut

[00:03:11] And you wonder how

[00:03:12] He'll ever survive

[00:03:16] He's the kind of frogman

[00:03:17] Wearing twenty pounds

[00:03:18] Of counter weights and

[00:03:20] Sinking in the sea like a stone

[00:03:24] He's the kind of soldier

[00:03:25] Got no sense of direction

[00:03:27] And they send him

[00:03:28] In the jungle alone

[00:03:31] When the frost's on the pumpkin

[00:03:33] And the little girls are jumping

[00:03:35] He's a hard loving son of a gun

[00:03:39] He's got 'em waiting downstairs

[00:03:41] Just to sample his affairs

[00:03:44] And they call him a spoonful of fun