[00:00.00] 作词 : Warner Chappell Music
[00:08.37]In Tropical climes there are certain times of day
[00:11.82]When all the citizens retire to take their clothes off and perspire
[00:16.26]It's one of those rules the greatest fools obey
[00:19.71]Because the Sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet
[00:24.42]Rays
[00:32.28]The natives grieve when the White Men leave their huts
[00:35.52]Because they're obviously, definitely, nuts!
[00:40.14]Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
[00:44.10]The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to
[00:48.24]Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve till one
[00:51.96]But Englishmen detest a siesta
[00:55.98]In the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the
[00:58.92]Glare
[00:59.76]In the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers
[01:02.64]Won't wear
[01:03.69]At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done
[01:07.56]But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
[01:25.14]It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
[01:27.66]That though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat
[01:33.06]When the White Man rides, every native hides in glee
[01:36.48]Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topi on a
[01:41.13]Tree
[01:41.40]It seems such a shame when the English claim the Earth
[01:43.20]That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
[01:44.40]Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
[01:45.24]Ho=ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
[01:46.29]He-he-he-he-he-he-he
[01:47.73]Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
[01:53.10]Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
[01:56.79]The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
[02:01.02]In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun
[02:04.71]They put their Scotch or Rye down and lie down
[02:08.70]In a jungle town where the Sun beats down to the rage of man and beast
[02:12.54]The English garb of the English Sahib merely gets a bit more creased
[02:16.59]In Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run
[02:20.46]But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
[02:23.76]Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
[02:25.86]The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit
[02:27.27]In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun
[02:28.86]To reprimand each inmate, who's in late
[02:29.73]In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from
[02:31.08]Twelve till two
[02:31.38]Even caribous lie around and snooze for there's nothing else to do
[02:32.67]In Bengal to move at all is seldom if ever done
[02:33.72]But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
[02:34.89]Out in the midday
[02:35.22]Out in the midday
[02:35.55]Out in the midday
[02:35.88]Out in the midday
[02:36.21]Out in the midday
[02:36.54]Out in the midday sun

作词 : Warner Chappell Music
In Tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to take their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules the greatest fools obey
Because the Sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet
Rays
The natives grieve when the White Men leave their huts
Because they're obviously, definitely, nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve till one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the
Glare
In the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers
Won't wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat
When the White Man rides, every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topi on a
Tree
It seems such a shame when the English claim the Earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ho=ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
He-he-he-he-he-he-he
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun
They put their Scotch or Rye down and lie down
In a jungle town where the Sun beats down to the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English Sahib merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit
In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun
To reprimand each inmate, who's in late
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from
Twelve till two
Even caribous lie around and snooze for there's nothing else to do
In Bengal to move at all is seldom if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday sun