paroles de chanson Finale - Entire Company

While a hundred and ten coronets played the air
Then I modestly took my place
As the one and only bass
And I oom-pah'd up and down the square

Good night, my someone
Good night, my love

With a hundred and ten coronets right behind

Our star is shining its brightest light

There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind
Sweet dreams be yours, dear
If dreams there be

While a hundred and ten coronets played the air

I wish I may
And I wish I might
Now good night, my someone
Good night

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten coronets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows
Of the finest virtuosos
The cream of ev'ry famous band
Seventy-six trombones hit the counterpoint
While a hundred and ten coronets blazed the way
To the rhythm of "March! March! March!"
All the kings began to march
And they're marching still, right today!