B.J. Don't Cry 歌詞
B.J. Don't Cry - Moxy Fruvous
Never had a girl to call his own
From the Fruvous Quill comes a sorry tale of love and illin'
Romeo found the balcony too high
Ended up with second billin'
She loved in triplicate
Left his heart a blank to fill in
Lost his faith immaculate when cupid became a villain
B J don't cry no more
Wonders what his heart is beating for
Says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B J
In a fit of rage he tore down
All her gifts and promises
Sick and tired of hearing 'bout those Harry
Dick and Thomasses
Banished her for life he did
Right then and there from the premises
Once Holy Virgin Queen now on the scene
His nemesis
B J don't cry no more
Wondered what his heart was beating for
Says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B J
He thought about his life his heart began to rush
He buried the crown found a bucket and a brush
B J paints town
Foot foot
La la la la la la
La la la la la
Now on the street our wounded soul
Is looking quite Gregarial
Heart of tin has shed his skin
Given it a hefty burial
As with logic as with reason
As with science actuarial
Rallied 'round the Fruvous Flag
Burnt the kitchen raised the aerial
B J don't cry no more
Never had a girl to call his own
Found out what his heart was beating for
Never strayed too far from hearth and home
Says he takes it much too hard
He's our Messiah give my regards to B J
Turn it over little man
He took a trip B J's on a train
Far far away but he'll be back again one rainy day
B J don't cry no more
B J don't cry no more
So there we have a story lived in person told by proxy
'Bout a mild-mannered mannequin
Every Friday hit the Roxy
Till there his own reflection
Showed him his orthodoxy
Now he hikes the Himalayas
Stuffs his letters full of moxy
B J don't cry no more
Never had a girl to call his own
Found out what his heart was beating for
Never strayed too far from hearth and home
Says he takes it much too hard
He's our Messiah give my regards to B J
He says he takes it much too hard
He's our Messiah
Give my regards to B J
And now he's swinging in the yard
He's the junior bard with the Juliard
B J