作曲:MARTIN MORTON
作词:MARTIN MORTON
There's a tale from the town
And the skies that are grey
Of a man with a nose that brighten your day
In the pub he would boast
With a pint in his hand
How his nose was so grand
Best in all of the land
With a nose like that
He could smoke in the shower
Fill the room with his charm
In less than an hour
All the folks they would cheer
As he'd light up his pipe
Saw the smoke start to rise
In a magical sight
On a rainy all day
He'd be puffing away
With his nose like a flute
He'd chase clouds all away
With a nose like that
He could smoke in the shower
Fill the room with his charm
In less than an hour
All the folks they would cheer
As he light up his pipe
Saw the smoke start to rise
In a magical sight
On a rainy all day
He'd be puffing away
With his nose like a flute
He chased clouds all the way
With a nose like that
He could smoke in the shower
Fill the room with his charm
And less than an hour
With a nose like that
He could smoke in the shower
Fill the room with his charm
And less than an hour