paroles de chanson We Open In Venice - Frank Sinatra

A troupe of strolling players, are we?
Not stars like L. B. Mayer′s, are we?
But just like a simple band who roams about the land
Dispensing further of frivolity
Mere folks who give distraction, are we?
New theater give attraction, are we?
Oh shut up, Sam!
But just as crazy group, that never ceases to troupe
Around the map of little Italy
Well, here we go
Back to the home country again
We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then onto Cremona
Lots of laughs in Cremona
Hey boy, our next jump in Parma
That dopy mopey menace
And Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again
Where?
We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then onto Cremona
Lots of bars in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That fearless cheerless menace
And Mantua, then Padua, then we open again
Where?
We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then onto Cremona
Lots of money in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That dinghy smidge menace
Then Mantua, then Padua, and we open again
Where?
We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then onto Cremona
Lots of quail in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That heartless artless menace
Then Mantua, then Padua, then we open again
Where?
Oh, let me see now
I got a map
Let's pick out someplace
Well just don′t go to far from the line now
Oh, let's take the first canyon out of here
As a matter of fact if we hurry we can beat the tab
For the sheriff's out there waiting for us
Goodbye boys
Get out
Get out
Get out
Get out