Dr. Feelgood
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Leather Jackets
Well I'm work shy, I'm wild-eyed
So shut that door when the baby cries
And keep me well fed, give me warm bread
Lay my body on a feather bed
And spoil me, Angeline
Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline
Maybe someday, some way
Somewhere in the future there's more pay
Give me more cash, bring me sour mash
Peel me a grape and fetch my stash
And bite me, Angeline
Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline
You've got to swing that
Dheanainn Sugradh
Dhèanainn sùgradh ris an nighinn duibh
'N-dèidh dhomh èirigh às a' mhadainn
Dhèanainn sùgradh ris an nighinn duibh
Dhèanainn sùgradh ris a' ghruagaich
Nuair a bhitheadh an sluagh nan cadal
Dhèanainn sùgradh (aig) an àm dùsgadh
(Aig a)n àm na siùil a bhith gam pasgadh
Di-Luain an-dèidh Di-Dòmhnaich
Dh'fhalbh sinn le Seònaid (à) Arcaibh
Bha muir ghorm a' ruith fo (a) cuinnlean
'S i (a') cur still àgrunnd an aigeil
Riof ga ceangal 's riof ga fuasgladh
Muir ma ghuallainn fuaim is fead oirr(e)
Null mu chaolas na Ròimh
B' fheudar dhuinn am bòm a làiseadh
Null mu chaolas na Fraing
Maide na làimh, gaoth ga greasad
Cha robh ròpa feum a splaidseadh
Air mo mhàighdeann ri tighinn dhachaigh
Dh'fheumadh pòrsan thighinn àbuth dhith
Ged a bhithead e crùn an cairteal
Ged a bhitheadh e crùn an òirleach
Dh'fheumadh pòrsan dheth thighinn dhachaigh