Ella's In The Band 歌詞 The Fratellis ふりがな付

Baby's in the kitchen on the big black trombone
I'm in the kitchen on the cursed phone
Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow
Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho
I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

Paul's having a ball with the bedroom play thing
Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing
Everybody cries well good for you Paul we never liked her very much at all
I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

I'm just waiting on magic shoes I got three weird chords and I just can't lose
I'm just finding my own way there so I lost my voice and I grew my hair

Brother John's long gone keeps his nose dean
Sucking on a black and white TV screen
Says he got a girl and a paper memory pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry
I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

Ella's in the band but she's always solo
Dressed in rags and covered in day glow
Banging on the drums like a Meg white throw back screaming all the while at her husband poor Jack
I'm just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

I'm just waiting on pigs to fly I got cold dead brains and no reason why
If I just didn't move half as slow I'd be your dog and your one man show