作词 : John, Taupin 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin Remember Belgium and the Brussels museum Where we piled on the front steps like stray cavaliers Our code of living meant little to others The few francs we saved, bought some cheap souvenirs But the red lights where the cat fights make it just like BelgiumSee us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like BelgiumJust like BelgiumJust like a hustler when they look attractive It's nothing more than a slap on the back The price tag of being just a little bit different The first rule to learn is to keep your own distance But the red lights where the cat fights make it just like BelgiumSee us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like BelgiumJust like BelgiumBut the red lights where the cat fights make it just like BelgiumSee us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like BelgiumJust like BelgiumOh, it's just like BelgiumOh, it's just like BelgiumAin't that just like BelgiumOh, it's just like BelgiumAin't that just like Belgium
作词 : John, Taupin 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin Remember Belgium and the Brussels museum Where we piled on the front steps like stray cavaliers Our code of living meant little to others The few francs we saved, bought some cheap souvenirs But the red lights where the cat fights make it just like BelgiumSee us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like BelgiumJust like BelgiumJust like a hustler when they look attractive It's nothing more than a slap on the back The price tag of being just a little bit different The first rule to learn is to keep your own distance But the red lights where the cat fights make it just like BelgiumSee us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like BelgiumJust like BelgiumBut the red lights where the cat fights make it just like BelgiumSee us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like BelgiumJust like BelgiumOh, it's just like BelgiumOh, it's just like BelgiumAin't that just like BelgiumOh, it's just like BelgiumAin't that just like Belgium
