Original London Cast Of The Wind In The Willows - The Amazing Mr Toad paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Amazing Mr Toad - Original London Cast Of The Wind In The Willows



Did you see that thunderbolt, careering down the street?
Did you see that handsome chap in the driving seat?
Motor and amphibian, a moving work of art.
Its as if they're both designed to never be apart!
The leather's real, the chassis's steel.
But who is that dashing fellow sat behind the wheel?
Its Mr Toad! Poop Poop!
Toad! Poop Poop!
Isn't he spectacular, the monarch of the road.
Its Mr Toad! Poop Poop!
Toad! Poop Poop!
Using the vernacular, folks cry "Well i'll be blowed!"
Its high time that laurels were
Bestowed, of that modest marvel, Mr Toad.
Is it any wonder, that the crowds are turning out?
Hoping for a glimpse of me, though I don't hang about.
Pedal to the metal, that's my motto, that's my greed.
Living in the fast lane, with both elegance and speed!
The crowds all cry (Oooh), the fans all sigh (Ahhh)
But who was that vision, that they just saw whizzing by?!
Its Mr Toad! Poop Poop!
Toad! Poop Poop
Kindly and convivial, with charm in overload.
Its Mr Toad! Poop Poop!
Toad! Poop Poop!
No time for the trivial, this pace will not be slowed!
Surely mother nature must have crowed! Hahahaha!
When she made that marvel, Mr Toad.
(Toad!)
(Toad!)
Even as an infant, my great talent showed.
Clearly, I was destined to excel!
Toad-spawn into tadpole, tadpole into toad.
When I metamorphosised, I did it rather well!
Watch out for that maniac, who flagrantly ignores
By laws of the carriageway, your better off indoors!
Doesn't have an inkling, that he's looked on as a joke!
Everybody laughs at him, each time he starts to croak!
Just look at that, the pompous brat!
Look out, here he comes again, he's gonna squash us flat!
Did you see that thunderbolt careering down the street?
Did you see that handsome chap in the driving seat?
Motor and amphibian, a moving work of art.
Its as if they're both designed to never be apart!
Is it any wonder that the crowds are turning out?
Hoping for a glimpse of me, though I don't hang about.
Pedal to the metal, that's my motto, that's my greed.
I need more speed!
(Toad!) Poop Poop!
(Toad!) Poop Poop!
Isn't he spectacular, the monarch of the road!
Its Mr Toad! (Poop Poop!)
Toad! (Poop Poop!)
(Using the vernacular, folks cry)
Well I'll be blowed!
Its high time that laurels were bestowed, of that modest marvel
(Such a modest marvel!)
I'm that modest marvel!
Mr Toad!
(Toad!)
Poop Poop!



Writer(s): Anthony Drewe, George Stiles


Original London Cast Of The Wind In The Willows - The Wind in the Willows (Original London Cast Recording)



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