[00:00.000] 作词 : Kai Slater
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kai Slater
[00:09.780] Oh popafangout
[00:13.450] She don't know what you're shouting out
[00:17.450] Oh popafangout
[00:21.110] It's all on your toes what you're made of
[00:27.190] All the silvertone creeps
[00:30.620] Sludging around on the puget sound
[00:34.680] Oh, what it means to me
[00:38.550] Well, I'll never know what you're made of
[00:44.930] I was walking by the pound
[00:48.310] Didn't stop to read you aloud
[00:52.320] And I chipped my tongue in the mud
[00:56.290] "Play guitar, boy, bring them around"
[01:00.170] Oh popafangout
[01:03.660] She don't know what you're shouting out
[01:07.650] Oh popafangout
[01:11.320] It's all on your toes what you're made of
[01:15.050] You know all colors in the cloud
[01:19.300] An ocean liner with the striped pant on
[01:22.880] Your face will fade from the crowd
[01:26.660] When the clock strikes one, I'll read you aloud
[01:32.700]
[01:48.180] All the silvertone creeps
[01:51.640] Sludging around on the puget sound
[01:55.980] Oh, what it means to me
[01:59.320] Well, I'll never know what you're made of
[02:04.450] Oh popafangout
[02:07.260] She don't know what you're shouting out
[02:11.110] Oh popafangout
[02:14.750] It's all on your toes what you're made of
[02:19.160] Oh popafangout
[02:22.440] She don't know what you're shouting out
[02:26.490] Oh popafangout
[02:30.240] It's all on your toes what you're made of

作词 : Kai Slater
作曲 : Kai Slater
Oh popafangout
She don't know what you're shouting out
Oh popafangout
It's all on your toes what you're made of
All the silvertone creeps
Sludging around on the puget sound
Oh, what it means to me
Well, I'll never know what you're made of
I was walking by the pound
Didn't stop to read you aloud
And I chipped my tongue in the mud
"Play guitar, boy, bring them around"
Oh popafangout
She don't know what you're shouting out
Oh popafangout
It's all on your toes what you're made of
You know all colors in the cloud
An ocean liner with the striped pant on
Your face will fade from the crowd
When the clock strikes one, I'll read you aloud
All the silvertone creeps
Sludging around on the puget sound
Oh, what it means to me
Well, I'll never know what you're made of
Oh popafangout
She don't know what you're shouting out
Oh popafangout
It's all on your toes what you're made of
Oh popafangout
She don't know what you're shouting out
Oh popafangout
It's all on your toes what you're made of