Jukebox
作词 : Mitchell Brown
作曲 : Mitchell Brown
Momma told me not to look at the sun
but I would put my shades on and I’d do it for fun
and my daddy told me I should come in soon
but I spent all night singing a duet with the moon
So tell the, jukebox, to mute all the blues
tell the, sandman, to break all the rules
tell the, young kids, with all the tattoos
all the stories for you kids when they ask you
and hold up, when you tell it tell it all don’t you leave out a page
The good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn)
Tell the bouncer he should open the gates
Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks
Bad grades and minimum wage
We were always in love, and coming home late
when it was okay, to act our age oh no
Make me feel like I’m in high school.
Back woods and backseats
We were flying through all the backstreets
When the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah
Make me feel like I’m in high school
Make me feel like I’m in high school
Momma told me keep my eyes on the prize
but I was only 16 I would stay up all night
and my, my daddy told me I should pick up my room
but I spent all day singing a duet with the broom
So tell the, jukebox I’m calling a truce
Tell the sandman to kick of his shoes
Tell the young kids with all the taboos
all the rules that you broke when they ask you
And hold up when you tell it tell it all
don’t you leave out a page
the good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn)
Tell Saint Peter he should open the gates
Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks
When I close my eyes I dream of rock & roll
Loud noises and loud voices, a night we lost control
and this could be the night they warned us about
and if it is, god forbid, plug me in
Let’s make it feel like I’m in High School
Bad Grades, minimum wage
we were, always in love and coming home late
when it was, okay, to act our age, oh no
(Make me feel like I’m in high school)
Backwoods and backseats
we were, flying through all the backstreets
when the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah
(Make me feel like I’m in high school)
JukeboxLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Mitchell Brown
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Mitchell Brown
[00:11.356]Momma told me not to look at the sun
[00:13.428]but I would put my shades on and I’d do it for fun
[00:16.419]and my daddy told me I should come in soon
[00:18.984]but I spent all night singing a duet with the moon
[00:21.829]So tell the, jukebox, to mute all the blues
[00:24.976]tell the, sandman, to break all the rules
[00:27.792]tell the, young kids, with all the tattoos
[00:30.656]all the stories for you kids when they ask you
[00:32.981]and hold up, when you tell it tell it all don’t you leave out a page
[00:36.077]The good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn)
[00:39.759]Tell the bouncer he should open the gates
[00:41.785]Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks
[00:45.109]
[00:45.470]Bad grades and minimum wage
[00:47.500]We were always in love, and coming home late
[00:50.176]when it was okay, to act our age oh no
[00:54.486]Make me feel like I’m in high school.
[00:56.947]
[00:57.127]Back woods and backseats
[00:58.744]We were flying through all the backstreets
[01:01.779]When the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah
[01:05.965]Make me feel like I’m in high school
[01:08.763]
[01:17.142]Make me feel like I’m in high school
[01:19.694]Momma told me keep my eyes on the prize
[01:21.574]but I was only 16 I would stay up all night
[01:24.485]and my, my daddy told me I should pick up my room
[01:27.378]but I spent all day singing a duet with the broom
[01:30.053]So tell the, jukebox I’m calling a truce
[01:32.939]Tell the sandman to kick of his shoes
[01:35.876]Tell the young kids with all the taboos
[01:38.759]all the rules that you broke when they ask you
[01:41.058]And hold up when you tell it tell it all
[01:43.042]don’t you leave out a page
[01:44.173]the good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn)
[01:47.769]Tell Saint Peter he should open the gates
[01:50.160]Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks
[01:53.034]
[02:15.261]When I close my eyes I dream of rock & roll
[02:20.816]Loud noises and loud voices, a night we lost control
[02:26.472]and this could be the night they warned us about
[02:32.042]and if it is, god forbid, plug me in
[02:36.261]Let’s make it feel like I’m in High School
[02:39.186]
[02:39.348]Bad Grades, minimum wage
[02:41.296]we were, always in love and coming home late
[02:43.820]when it was, okay, to act our age, oh no
[02:47.713](Make me feel like I’m in high school)
[02:50.671]Backwoods and backseats
[02:52.443]we were, flying through all the backstreets
[02:55.410]when the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah
[02:59.371](Make me feel like I’m in high school)
