笨小笨Thirty Three歌词由Jonny Muir演唱，出自专辑《Portia》，下面是《Thirty Three》完整版歌词！
Thirty Three歌词完整版
She sat atop the shoulders
Of Her tallest friend
The sky was in agreement
This day would never end
A satellite would see Her
High above the rest
Legs in pale denim
Dangling over His chest
She felt the vibrations
Up through the floor
The rhythms that were playing
On the band's Lead Guitar
And The Bongos
That beat through the night
The Bongos
The Band taking flight
The Bongos that beat with your heart
She knows how the song goes
Tapping out the part
She paused the Television
Was that really me?
A Concert forty years ago
She was thirty-three
Finishing her coffee
She began to laugh
They only got admission
Singing for the staff
(Please won't you let us in?)
The gig was nearly over
The trees were getting dark
Buzzing with the memories
Live at Central Park
And The Bongos
She set them up again
The Bongos
Her hands were stronger then
The Bongos
Both with ageing skin
She knows how the song goes
Memories flooding in
She wondered who would be there
At their same address
Friends that She'd lost touch with
Those summers were the best
Dusting off Her phonebook
The ink had left a mark
On the number that She dialled for
The Man at Central Park
The Bongos
She set them up again
The Bongos
Her hands were stronger then
The Bongos
Both with ageing skin
She knows how the song goes
Memories flooding in
She heard a gentle rhythm
Knocking at the door
He had come to celebrate
Her turning seventy-four
Jim had shrunk a little
Hair was grey and dark
But Lizzie still remembers Him
Just like Central Park
