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  • 作曲 : Costello
    He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
    To try to recapture his anger
    He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs
    Until he begins to feel younger
    But back at his desk in the city we find
    Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
    Who can't find the strength now to punish the length
    Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
    Poor fractured atlas
    Threw himself across the mattress
    Waving his withering pencil
    As if it were a pirate's cutlass
    I'm almost certain he's trying to increase his burden
    He said 'that's how the child in me planned it;
    A woman wouldn't understand it'
    I believe there was something that i wanted to say
    Before i conclude this epistle
    But you would forgive me for holding my tongue
    'cause man made the blade and the pistol
    Yes man made the waterfall over the dam
    To temper his tantrum with magic
    Now you can't be sure of that tent of azure
    Since he punched a hole in the fabric
    Chorus
    A woman wouldn't understand it
    A woman wouldn't understand it
  • 作曲 : Costello
    He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
    To try to recapture his anger
    He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs
    Until he begins to feel younger
    But back at his desk in the city we find
    Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
    Who can't find the strength now to punish the length
    Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
    Poor fractured atlas
    Threw himself across the mattress
    Waving his withering pencil
    As if it were a pirate's cutlass
    I'm almost certain he's trying to increase his burden
    He said 'that's how the child in me planned it;
    A woman wouldn't understand it'
    I believe there was something that i wanted to say
    Before i conclude this epistle
    But you would forgive me for holding my tongue
    'cause man made the blade and the pistol
    Yes man made the waterfall over the dam
    To temper his tantrum with magic
    Now you can't be sure of that tent of azure
    Since he punched a hole in the fabric
    Chorus
    A woman wouldn't understand it
    A woman wouldn't understand it