收聽Tom Waits的The One That Got Away (LP版)歌詞歌曲

The One That Got Away (LP版)

Tom Waits1976年9月1日

The One That Got Away (LP版) 歌詞

The One That Got Away (LP版) - Tom Waits (湯姆·威茲)

Written by:Tom Waits

The jigolo's jumping salty

Ain't no trade out on the streets

 

Half past the unlucky

 

And the hawk's a front row seat

 

Dressed in full orchestration

 

Stage door Johnny's got to pay

 

And send him home

Talking bout the one that got away

 

Could a been on easy street

 

Could a been a wheel

 

With irons in the fire

And all them business deals

 

But the last of the big time losers

Shouted before he drove away

 

I'll be right back as soon as I crack

 

The one that got away

 

The ambulance drivers don't give a shit

They just want to get off work

And the short stop and the victim

Have already gone berserk

 

And the shroud tailor measures him

For a deep six holiday

 

The stiff is froze the case is closed

On the one that got away

 

Jim crow's directing traffic

With them cemetery blues

 

With those peculiar looking trousers

And them old Italian shoes

 

The wooden kimono was all ready

To drop in San Francisco bay

 

But now he's mumbling something

All about the one that got away

 

Costello was the champion

 

At the st Morita hotel

 

And the best this side of fair fax

Reliable sources tell

 

But his reputation is at large

And he's at Ben Frank's every day

 

Waiting for the one that got away

 

He's got a snake skin sport shirt

And he looks like Vincent price

 

With a little piece of chicken

 

And he's carving off a slice

But someone tipped her off

She'll be doing a Houdini now any day

 

She shook his hustle

The greyhound bus'll

Take the one that got away

 

Andre is at the piano

Behind the ivar in the sewers

 

With a buck a shot for pop tunes

And a fin for guided tours

 

He could of been in Casablanca

 

He stood in line out there all day

 

But now he's spilling whiskey

And learning songs about the one that got away

 

Well I've lost my equilibrium

 

My car keys and my pride

Tattoo parlor's warm

And so I huddle there inside

 

The grinding of the buzz saw

What you want that thing to say

 

Just don't misspell her name

 

Buddy she's the one that got away