[00:00.00] 作词 : Kurt Weill/Marc Blitzstein/Bertolt Brecht
[00:00.04] 作曲 : Kurt Weill
[00:00.09][MRS. PEACHUM]
[00:00.45]Now there's a man, the living tool of Satan
[00:04.56]He charges forth while others are debatin'
[00:08.91]Connivin', cocky knave with all the trimmin'
[00:12.18]I know one thing will trim him down - women
[00:16.35]In women he meets deep authority
[00:20.52]On them he feels his old dependency
[00:31.02]He sniggers at the Good Book
[00:33.00]Mocks the priss and prim
[00:34.77]Does anything for pay, if it will pay
[00:38.64]And since he knows what ladies do to him
[00:42.27]He thrusts them well out of his way
[00:49.26]All through the day he swears he's self-denying
[00:55.86]Then dusk descends and once again he's lying
[01:04.98]They're all the same in meeting love's confusion
[01:08.55]Poor noble souls get planted in illusion
[01:12.33]The one who swore he would forswear the clinches
[01:16.47]Who is it now entangles him? - Wenches
[01:22.47]He'd fain resist their lush authority
[01:25.23]Before him stands his old dependency
[01:36.00]He hugged the Ten Commandments
[01:38.34]Trod the tried and true
[01:40.08]Would Godly be, and Golden Rule obey
[01:42.21]For lunch ate frugally, a grape or two
[01:51.03]Survived on one pure thought a day
[01:53.73]He screamed, "I've mastered it without half trying"
[01:58.23]Appears the moon and once again he's lying
[02:03.75](spoken)
[02:12.51]Idiots! All of 'em.

作词 : Kurt Weill/Marc Blitzstein/Bertolt Brecht
作曲 : Kurt Weill
Now there's a man, the living tool of Satan
He charges forth while others are debatin'
Connivin', cocky knave with all the trimmin'
I know one thing will trim him down - women
In women he meets deep authority
On them he feels his old dependency
He sniggers at the Good Book
Mocks the priss and prim
Does anything for pay, if it will pay
And since he knows what ladies do to him
He thrusts them well out of his way
All through the day he swears he's self-denying
Then dusk descends and once again he's lying
They're all the same in meeting love's confusion
Poor noble souls get planted in illusion
The one who swore he would forswear the clinches
Who is it now entangles him? - Wenches
He'd fain resist their lush authority
Before him stands his old dependency
He hugged the Ten Commandments
Trod the tried and true
Would Godly be, and Golden Rule obey
For lunch ate frugally, a grape or two
Survived on one pure thought a day
He screamed, "I've mastered it without half trying"
Appears the moon and once again he's lying
(spoken)
Idiots! All of 'em.