歌词

Think of you with pipe and slippers

想象你趿着拖鞋抽着烟斗

Think of her in bed

而她却窝在床上

Laying there just watching telly

盯着她的电视

Then think of me instead

再回头想想我

I'll never grow so old and flabby

我永远不会对你厌倦令你厌烦

That could never be

那些冷淡绝不会出现

Don't marry her, f**k me

不要娶她，我需要你！

And your love light s*ines like cardboard

你的幸福像反光的硬纸板

But your work shoes are glistening

你的皮鞋也铮铮发亮

She's a PhD in "I told you so"

她是谆谆教导系的博士

You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"

而你的信条却是不曾听到

She'll grab your sweaty bollocks

她会揪住混入你体香的借口不放

Then slowly raise her knee

再给你个优雅的提膝挂掌

Don't marry her, f**k me

离开她，来爱我吧！

And the Sunday sun s*ines down on San Francisco bay

旧金山悠长的海岸洒满了阳光

And you realise you can't make it anyway

而你终于发现生活毫无头绪

You have to wash the car

洗车离不开你

Take the kiddies to the park

抱娃散步也离不开你

Don't marry her, f**k me

归去来兮，我爱你！

Those lovely Sunday mornings

周日阳光明媚灿烂

With breakfast brought in bed

床上早餐幸福满满

Those blackbirds look like knitting needles

乌鸦样的情绪支配着你

Trying to peck your head

敲打着你的秃瓢脑壳儿

Those birds will peck your soul out

它们把你的灵魂揪出

And throw away the key

锁闭了门扔了钥匙

Don't marry her, f**k me

让她去找静静，而你只属于我！

And the kitchen's always tidy

厨房窗明几净

And the bathroom's always clean

卫浴一尘不染

She's a diploma in "just hiding things"

她藏东西像羚羊挂角

You've a first in "low esteem"

而你一直风度翩翩

When your socks smell of angels

闻了你的袜子像升天

But your life smells of Brie

生活有一股腐乳的芬芳

Don't marry her, f**k me

与她作别，换做我吧！

And the Sunday sun s*ines down on San Francisco bay

旧金山悠长的海岸洒满了阳光

And you realise you can't make it anyway

而你终于发现生活毫无头绪

You have to wash the car

洗车离不开你

Take the kiddies to the park

抱娃散步也离不开你

Don't marry her, f**k me

让过去过去，把未来交给我吧！

And the Sunday sun s*ines down on San Francisco bay

旧金山悠长的海岸洒满了阳光

And you realise you can't make it anyway

而你终于发现生活毫无头绪

You have to wash the car

洗车离不开你

Take the kiddies to the park

抱娃散步也离不开你

Don't marry her, f**k me

面向大海，春暖花开！ლ(°◕‵ƹ′◕ლ) （For Irene）

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