作词 : The Good Rats 作曲 : The Good Rats Every Friday night at ten, I would call for my best friend. And sneak a couple of his daddy's Ballantine. do them in a flash, getting off behind the trash. Then we'd run to catch the Double A to City Line. The boys would meet, on a dead end street. Brag about their women, to pass away the time. and shoot, the breeze, on their knees. Oh how I miss that City line编辑于2023/12/25更新