[00:00.00] 作词 : Collins
[00:36.03]Don't try so hard to be different
[00:38.43]The cracks are beginning to show
[00:45.90]You drift like a cloud through the festival crowd
[00:47.01]In a frock coat from Saville Row
[00:50.58]You've just been an all-night party
[00:54.33]Where I have to admit it takes pluck
[00:57.99]To go out on the floor and proclaim "What a bore"
[01:01.89]In a T-shirt that reads "Disco Sucks"
[01:05.43]Yes, here he comes, the not-so-young
[01:09.63]Pretender to the Throne
[01:14.25]He's singing "Rag, Momma, Rag"
[01:16.92]Won't you give that poor dog a bone?
[01:20.37]And he's wondering why we can't connect
[01:24.09]When he's sworn to us that he's totally wrecked
[01:27.81]On the rustic charm that he affects
[01:31.56]On a public schoolboy whim
[01:35.22]With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
[01:39.36]Robert Zimmerframe
[01:41.40]With a synthesized accordian
[01:46.56]A-scramblin' up my brain
[01:49.89]With a fiddle-dee-dee a fiddle on high
[01:54.06]Excuse me folks while I kiss the sky
[01:57.54]Or at any rate give it one more try
[02:01.11]Before I die
[02:05.31]Before I die
[02:57.06]The overrated hit the stage
[03:00.00]Overpaid and over here
[03:05.25]And their idea of counter-culture's
[03:08.16]Momma's charge account at Sears
[03:10.77]And they're wondering why we can't connect
[03:13.14]With the ritual of the trashed guitar
[03:19.53]One more paltry empty gesture
[03:22.02]The ashes of a burned out star
[03:25.56]Yes here they come, both old and young
[03:29.73]A contact low or high
[03:34.08]The gathering of the tribes descending
[03:36.72]Vultures from a caustic sky
[03:40.23]The rotting carcase of July
[03:41.91]An ugly sun hung out to dry
[03:47.46]You gorgeous hippy dreams are dying
[03:50.94]Your frazzled brains are putrifying
[03:53.85]Repackaged, sold and sanitizied
[03:58.29]The devil's music exorcised
[04:01.32]You live, you die, you lie, you lie, you die
[04:14.13]Perpetuate the lie
[04:22.35]Perpetuate the lie
[04:23.07]Perpetuate the lie
[04:27.06]Just to perpetuate the lie
[04:59.67]Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
[05:14.37]Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
[05:22.56]Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival

作词 : Collins
Don't try so hard to be different
The cracks are beginning to show
You drift like a cloud through the festival crowd
In a frock coat from Saville Row
You've just been an all-night party
Where I have to admit it takes pluck
To go out on the floor and proclaim "What a bore"
In a T-shirt that reads "Disco Sucks"
Yes, here he comes, the not-so-young
Pretender to the Throne
He's singing "Rag, Momma, Rag"
Won't you give that poor dog a bone?
And he's wondering why we can't connect
When he's sworn to us that he's totally wrecked
On the rustic charm that he affects
On a public schoolboy whim
With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
Robert Zimmerframe
With a synthesized accordian
A-scramblin' up my brain
With a fiddle-dee-dee a fiddle on high
Excuse me folks while I kiss the sky
Or at any rate give it one more try
Before I die
Before I die
The overrated hit the stage
Overpaid and over here
And their idea of counter-culture's
Momma's charge account at Sears
And they're wondering why we can't connect
With the ritual of the trashed guitar
One more paltry empty gesture
The ashes of a burned out star
Yes here they come, both old and young
A contact low or high
The gathering of the tribes descending
Vultures from a caustic sky
The rotting carcase of July
An ugly sun hung out to dry
You gorgeous hippy dreams are dying
Your frazzled brains are putrifying
Repackaged, sold and sanitizied
The devil's music exorcised
You live, you die, you lie, you lie, you die
Perpetuate the lie
Perpetuate the lie
Perpetuate the lie
Just to perpetuate the lie
Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival