Listening to the story of an angry old man, 听着一个愤怒的老人的故事，

He had the whole world in his pocket but, 他曾在他的口袋里的整个世界，但是，

He had a hole there in his hand, 他手里有一个洞那里，

Never had much trouble fitting into his surroundings, 从来没有这么麻烦装配到他的周围，

Dived headlong into life, 俯冲扎进生活中，

And ended up by drowning, 并最终溺水，

Died by drowning. 溺水死亡。

His blood is pure venom and his teeth are solid gold, 他的血是纯粹的毒液和他的牙齿是纯金的，

His clothes are made from human skin, 他的衣服都是从人体皮肤制成，

He's a thousand years old, 他是一个千年的历史，

He lives down by the poisoned stream, 他被毒死流住下来，

Where only alligators swim, 如果只鳄鱼游泳，

Sits there drinking moonshine, 坐在那里喝月光，

Playing a mean violin, a mean violin, 播放平均小提琴，平均小提琴，

A really wicked violin. 一个非常邪恶的小提琴。

   

You've got four lines on your forehead, 你有你的额头上四行，

And that tells me that you're worried, 并且告诉我说，你放心，

Don't shoot my dog, 不要拍我的狗，

Don't shoot my dog, 不要拍我的狗，

I said please don't shoot my dog. 我说请不要拍我的狗。

   

His wife is laying face down in the pool upon the porch, 他的妻子是奠定脸朝下在水池后门廊，

He spied me through his blindness, 他看到我走过他的盲目性，

As I spied her with my torch, 当我窥探她与我的火炬，

His skin goes tight around his face, 他的皮肤变紧了他的脸，

As he smiles his blinding smile, 当他微笑了致盲的笑容，

Points over to a dozen wives laying in a pile, 点满一打妻子躺在一堆，

Laying in a pile... pile high. 铺设在一堆...堆高。