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  • 作词 : Bruce Springsteen
    作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
    Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen
    They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States
    For teaching that man descended from the apes
    They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight
    If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night
    They'da called in that jury and a one two three said
    Part man, part monkey, definitely
    Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple
    Man in a monkey suit swears he'll do no evil
    Offers his lover's prayer but his soul lies
    Dark and driftin' and unsatisfied
    Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see
    Part man, part monkey, looks like to me
    Well the night is dark, the moon is full
    The flowers of romance exert their pull
    We talk awhile, my fingers slip
    I'm hard and crackling like a whip
    Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire
    Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire
    Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so
    Well you can ask me, mister, because I know
    Tell them soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see
    Part man, part monkey, baby that's me
  • 作词 : Bruce Springsteen
    作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
    Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen
    They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States
    For teaching that man descended from the apes
    They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight
    If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night
    They'da called in that jury and a one two three said
    Part man, part monkey, definitely
    Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple
    Man in a monkey suit swears he'll do no evil
    Offers his lover's prayer but his soul lies
    Dark and driftin' and unsatisfied
    Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see
    Part man, part monkey, looks like to me
    Well the night is dark, the moon is full
    The flowers of romance exert their pull
    We talk awhile, my fingers slip
    I'm hard and crackling like a whip
    Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire
    Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire
    Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so
    Well you can ask me, mister, because I know
    Tell them soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see
    Part man, part monkey, baby that's me