歌手:Rod Stewart
专辑:《Handbags And Gladrags》

Lyrics：Rod Stewart/Ron Wood Music：Rod Stewart/Ron Wood
Darling I hate to tell you but I think I catching a cold
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here
I feel I getting old
I like your laugh and a hot romance
and your orny sense of humor
but if it rains again like it did today
I gonna have to leave a little bit sooner
Got to get me some South America sun
Honey don even ask me if you can come along
Down at the border you need to be older
and you sure don look like my daughter
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage
and Il end up in a Mexican jail
Darling please don cry you know I wouldn tell you no lie
Look over there
Oh my God don look now
but it appears to be raining again
Get upstairs pack my book of prayers
Honey hurry I catching pneumonia
I gotta move while I in the mood
or Il disappear into that wall
Darling please don curse
it really couldn be any worse
Say I a sun fanatic but it dark in your attic
and your cat sleeps over my head
I know I not a football star
but I wanna little better than that
So I much obliged for the pure white ride
and a cup of tea every morning
Il say goodbye, look your man in the eye
you know I wouldn tell you no lie
So after all, I'll see you in the fall
on a brand new day, brand new way
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey
Goodbye honey, it ain't funny
Goodbye honey, I know it ain't funny