[00:00.00] 作词 : Moore[00:30.69]Harken child by life beguiled,[00:37.05]it's said that some come unsung,[00:37.65]sorry, no song for some,[00:42.72]sing-song's ham-strung.[00:52.50]Seasoned with lies, hardboiled[00:53.13]but still calling all of the tunes[00:56.43]he's donned his garb,[00:57.84]the costume of a buffoon - we rise[01:01.26]to applaud his disguise.[01:06.87]Tho miles of smiles will greet[01:08.58]your wiles, it's said that[01:14.25]some come unsung, sorry,[01:15.18]no song for some,[01:15.87]sing sad song sung.[01:22.95]If lady luck remain unstruck[01:24.93]or run amok aah![01:26.85]What can he do? Shunned,[01:28.83]he's sure to come unstuck[01:48.12]Wrapped in white silk,[01:48.99]antelope's milk for soothing[01:51.39]his eyes. Apes traipse in capes,[01:55.86]it is unfortunate to see them[01:57.15]rise to applaud one's disguise.