paroles de chanson Jason's Bar Mitzvah - 'Falsettos' 2016 Broadway Company

Whizzer, hey!
Suddenly it all came clear:
I said, let's have my bar mitzvah here!

Surprise!

This was Jason's brilliant idea!
And I brought the prayer shawl

Ooo
It's Jason's bar mitzvah!

Don't you move
Everything will soon be great
Close your eyes
While we redecorate

I'll unwrap the billion hors d'oeuvres
And someone, please, eat them

Photo

Ooo
It's Jason's bar mitzvah!

Lovely, flowers make things lovely
Champagne makes things lovely, too
Everything's amiss

Drink up!
Anyone for bubbly?

Probably, it's doubly useful at a time like this
Cheers

Cheers

And aren't things lovely?
I feel more helpless than I have in years

Try this on
Mendel, get this thing in gear

Please excuse me if I interfere
But I feel that, since I'm the host
It's me who should toast him

Ooo, ooo

To Jason's bar mitzvah!

I notified the nurses
Told them please to not intrude

I passed around the food
And dumped some extra food
'Cause, Lord knows, we've got plenty

She's cooked for some 200 guests

We number not that many
Actually... we're seven

Maybe it's not dumb
The way this whole thing ends
The food tastes really yummy

Oh, mummy

Lovely

The flowers seem to sparkle
The candelabra sets the tone

I must make things

The wine is very soothing
Lovely
Soothes the "something, something"
Someone needed soothing

Put everything

I think, perhaps, I'm overdressed
In its place

I think, perhaps, it doesn't matter

Ready for the
That you are
Band

Here we are
Jason's bar mitzvah looks
Like the books say it should

Cheers
And aren't things lovely?

Everything is lovely

I feel more helpless than I have in years

Here he comes

Fix his tie
Trina, try
To make him smile more

Don't know why
But he looks like Marvin

How did you turn out so great?
Who do I thank for the man you've turned into?
Kid, do you know
How proud I am?
If I don't show
How proud I am...
You hold my dreams
Kid, I burst at the seams
'Cause of you

Son of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
Son of Marvin, Son of Trina, Son of Whizzer, Son of Mendel

And godchild to the lesbians from next door

Sing
Oh, sing
Oh, sing

Vie-eme-loh yei-o-leh
Heh-oh-non v'loh
Ah-yis-is-ooh ah yisreal
Ha-ooh loh toh vo-omeem abba