[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
[00:24.77]When lost in wild rain there is nothing you can do
[00:27.84]When lost in city rain there is something you can do
[00:31.74]To take refuge wherever’s marked "Admission Free"
[00:35.64]As we did one night, back in late ‘43
[00:40.01]I've never seen the man on the poster before
[00:43.07]But my friends say he was a big star before the war
[00:55.24]The boy behind the door, louder than a bomb
[00:58.95]All the way down the street, you heard his song
[01:02.76]"Roll up, roll up, tonight is the night
[01:07.13]Freddie Frost gives his last will live on stage
[01:10.75]Roll up, roll up for the show of a lifetime
[01:14.93]Doors open a quarter to eight"
[01:19.11]Sat in upholstery that was once brilliant
[01:21.71]We picked its loose stuffing and looked around
[01:25.98]There were duchesses and dukes, and beggars and pimps
[01:29.60]All sat side-by-side to watch his last grasp at life
[01:34.06]The grand centerpiece was a gold green sarcophagus
[01:37.41]Flanked either side by oil-painted pictures of the man
[01:41.21]First of all, a film to explain his life-long dream
[01:44.84]Afterwards, music started and a young girl ran on with operatic screams
[02:12.05]Two hours went by and his sixty-five daughters
[02:16.04]Who told, through opera, of his life's importance
[02:19.20]They sang of his exploits all over the Earth
[02:23.01]His likes and dislikes, his undoubtable worth
[02:26.45]And after a last crescendo where they all cried as one
[02:30.35]They hurried quickly off, but the music played on
[02:34.15]From within his sarcophagus rose a spot-lit withered hand
[02:37.87]Mister Frost emerged, and to the racing beat he danced
[02:46.60]With the vital energy of a newborn chimp
[02:50.41]He spun and he spun and he spun and he spun and spun
[02:58.12]Hopelessly wrinkled and by no means thin
[03:01.65]He soon became dizzy, regained his composure
[03:05.92]And started to sing
[03:15.95]"Thank you for listening
[03:18.83]I won’t be too long
[03:21.71]Just twenty-seven questions to finish this song
[03:29.79]Does there exist a marriage that can't survive castration?
[03:33.88]A future where a man can go a year without hydration?
[03:37.87]Is grass ever greener?
[03:39.73]Is the will really free?
[03:41.86]Is it only black you see when you join the deceased?
[03:45.86]Will I forever be a mediocrity?
[03:50.13]A hideous glut with trembling knees?
[03:54.22]In death will I see the girls of daydreams?
[03:58.40]Intangibly dressed, invisibly seamed?
[04:02.39]Will the sun burn out?
[04:03.32]Will my corpse grow a beard?
[04:04.43]Will my house be kept?
[04:05.18]And my sperm be reared?
[04:06.29]My last shot at the big time, posthumous paste
[04:08.43]Will I find a home, or go to waste?
[04:10.47]In Heaven, do the morals of Earth still stand?
[04:14.46]Or can I bridge the gap twixt beast and man?
[04:18.64]Is there such a thing as a universal truth?
[04:22.64]Any lost secret to eternal youth?
[04:26.91]Do nuns fornicate?
[04:28.68]And do scientists pray?
[04:30.90]Is a sin committed every moment of every day?
[04:39.26]That’s not quite twenty-seven
[04:40.84]But my chest feels awful tight
[04:43.44]So thank you for listening
[04:45.58]Good night, good night, good night!"
[05:04.99]Freddie Frost blew up to the size of a hot air balloon
[05:09.08]Red as all hellfire and loud as Satan’s siren
[05:12.70]And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose
[05:16.23]But we all just laughed at the sad, old oaf
[05:25.33]Laughed all the way home