Paul Young - Soldiers' Things [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Davenports and kettle drums
And swallow tail coats
Table cloths and patent leather shoes

Bathing suits and bowling balls
And clarinets and rings
And all this radio really needs is a fuse

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier’s things
His rifle, his boots, full of rocks

And this one is for bravery
And this one for me
And everything a dollar in this box

Cuff links and hub caps
Trophies and paperbacks
It’s good transportation
But the brakes aren’t so hot

Neck tie and boxing gloves
This jackknife is rusted
You can pound that dent out
On the hood

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier’s things
His rifle, his boots, full of rocks

And this one is for bravery
And this one for me
And everything a dollar in this box

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier’s things
His rifle, his boots, full of rocks

And this one is for bravery
And this one for me
And everything a dollar in this box