[00:00.000] 作词 : SIMON DINE
[00:01.000] 作曲 : SIMON DINE
[00:06.960]Just wanna have a little piece of the pie
[00:09.990]So I say with a sigh
[00:12.030]When I left it to cool on a wall
[00:15.390]There soon was nothing left at all
[00:21.450]Little by little they carved off a slice
[00:24.660]Some of them even came back twice
[00:28.050]Oh the gall!
[00:29.730]There soon was nothing left at all
[00:35.610]Spending all my days
[00:37.500]Singing about my dreams
[00:39.300]You’re crunching numbers
[00:42.900]Turning all these sounds
[00:44.400]Into zeros and ones
[00:46.470]You’re doing all the sums
[01:04.200]I know I know it’s good to share
[01:07.650]But they took so much
[01:09.690]Just isn’t fair
[01:12.030]It’s just not right at all
[01:18.540]Our crust is getting thinner
[01:20.070]They’re not troubled by that
[01:22.290]Just like their cream
[01:23.550]Do these fat cats
[01:27.240]There’s no question about that at all
[01:32.910]Spending all my days
[01:34.800]Singing about my dreams
[01:36.630]You’re crunching numbers
[01:40.200]Turning all these sounds
[01:41.670]Into zeros and ones
[01:43.800]You’re doing all the sums
[02:06.780]Such greed when there’s no need
[02:10.410]To bite the hand that feeds
[02:17.550]Just leave a bit for me
[02:21.120]They’ll still be some for you
[02:23.160]Just wanna have a little piece of the pie
[02:26.130]So I say with a sigh
[02:28.170]When I left it to cool on a wall
[02:31.470]There soon was nothing left at all

作词 : SIMON DINE
作曲 : SIMON DINE
Just wanna have a little piece of the pie
So I say with a sigh
When I left it to cool on a wall
There soon was nothing left at all
Little by little they carved off a slice
Some of them even came back twice
Oh the gall!
There soon was nothing left at all
Spending all my days
Singing about my dreams
You’re crunching numbers
Turning all these sounds
Into zeros and ones
You’re doing all the sums
I know I know it’s good to share
But they took so much
Just isn’t fair
It’s just not right at all
Our crust is getting thinner
They’re not troubled by that
Just like their cream
Do these fat cats
There’s no question about that at all
Spending all my days
Singing about my dreams
You’re crunching numbers
Turning all these sounds
Into zeros and ones
You’re doing all the sums
Such greed when there’s no need
To bite the hand that feeds
Just leave a bit for me
They’ll still be some for you
Just wanna have a little piece of the pie
So I say with a sigh
When I left it to cool on a wall
There soon was nothing left at all