paroles de chanson The Parent Trap - Tommy Sands , Annette Funicello

If their love′s on skids
Treat your folks like kids
Or your family tree's gonna snap

So to make ′em dig
First, you gotta rig

Uh, what ya gotta rig?

The parent trap
If they lose that zing
And they just won't swing
Then the problem falls in your lap

When your folks are square
Then you must prepare

What ya gotta prepare?

The parent trap
To set the bait
Recreate the date
The first time cupid shot 'em
Get ′em under the moon
Play their favorite tune

John
Marsha
Ya got ′em

You lead 'em back to love
With the velvet glove
′Cause their much too old for the strap
Straighten up their mess
With togetherness
Togetherness
The parent trap

John, they're playing our song
I know it

Oh, mama, what fools we′ve been

Love's on skids
Treat ′em like kids
Loose that zing
And make 'em swing
Love's a mess
Togetherness
Bless our happy home

Lead ′em back to love
With a velvet glove
′Cause their much too old for the strap
Straighten up their mess
With togetherness
Togetherness
The parent trap