笨小笨T.W.P歌词由Nathan Roche演唱，出自专辑《A Break Away !》，下面是《T.W.P》完整版歌词！
T.W.P歌词完整版
He was riding on the plains, riding high all the time
Judging scenes as they went, midi-synth bells chime
With his long black hair, and his squinting eyes
He'd smoke a ciggie in Newtown, just to smoke n' analyse
The scene unfold right there and then
Then he would say, "if you said something dumb
"Then I'll walk away"
We rode over to Europe, with our partner greg
And one thing occurred to me, and it must be said
No one knows direction like Triston Winston Price
No one needs a fucking GPS to be oh so wise,
No one knows direction like Triston Winston Price
He picks up the map throws it like table like a dice
Well, he grew up in Canberra, he had a way with words
He could beat a pad of drums, scare away a flock of birds
He was an unforgiving fellow, burnt his bridges in fire
If someone double crossed him, or called him a liar
He was a man you could trust, with a wit of gold
He smoked up a room, with the tales that he told
We got stuck in syrup, oh with the wrong way led
But he pulled us right out then off we fled
No one knows direction like Triston Winston Price
First thought best thought he doen't think twice
No one knows direction like Triston Winston Price
If you betray his could word he'll nail you up like christ
