[00:00.00] 作词 : Ian Brown/John Squire
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ian Brown/John Squire
[00:08.10]Dawn sings in the garden
[00:12.10]Phone sings in the hall
[00:16.00]This boy's dead from two day's life
[00:20.00]Resurrected by the call
[00:24.10]Penny here, we've got to come
[00:27.80]So come on round to me
[00:31.90]There's so much penny lying here
[00:35.60]To touch, taste and tease
[00:40.00]Ring a ding ding ding
[00:42.40]I'm going down
[00:46.40]I'm coming round
[00:52.70]Penny's place her crummy room
[00:55.75]Her dansette crackles to Jimi's tune
[00:59.70]I don't care I taste Ambre Solaire
[01:03.50]Her neck her thighs her lips her hair
[01:07.50]Ring a ding ding ding
[01:10.20]I'm going down
[01:14.30]I'm coming round
[01:20.10]All thoughts of sleep desert me
[01:24.10]There is no time there is no time
[01:28.20]Thirty minutes brings me round
[01:30.07]To her number nine
[01:43.40]Yeah, she looks like a painting
[01:47.00]Jackson Pollock's number five
[01:50.60]Come into the forest and taste the trees
[01:54.28]The sun starts shining and I'm hard to please
[01:58.40]Ring a ding ding ding
[02:01.30]I'm going down
[02:05.30]I'm coming round
[02:11.00]All thoughts of sleep desert me
[02:15.04]There is no time, there is no time
[02:19.60]Thirty minutes brings me round
[02:21.81]To her number nine
[02:28.49]To look down on the clouds
[02:32.30]You don't need to fly
[02:36.30]I've never flown in a plane
[02:40.60]I'll live until I die

作词 : Ian Brown/John Squire
作曲 : Ian Brown/John Squire
Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boy's dead from two day's life
Resurrected by the call
Penny here, we've got to come
So come on round to me
There's so much penny lying here
To touch, taste and tease
Ring a ding ding ding
I'm going down
I'm coming round
Penny's place her crummy room
Her dansette crackles to Jimi's tune
I don't care I taste Ambre Solaire
Her neck her thighs her lips her hair
Ring a ding ding ding
I'm going down
I'm coming round
All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time there is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round
To her number nine
Yeah, she looks like a painting
Jackson Pollock's number five
Come into the forest and taste the trees
The sun starts shining and I'm hard to please
Ring a ding ding ding
I'm going down
I'm coming round
All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time, there is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round
To her number nine
To look down on the clouds
You don't need to fly
I've never flown in a plane
I'll live until I die