Текст песни We Open in Venice - Cole Porter
A
troupe
of
strolling
players
are
we,
Not
stars
like
L.B.
Mayer′s
are
we,
But
just
a
simple
band
Who
roams
about
the
land
Dispensing
fol-de-rol
frivolity.
Mere
folk
who
give
distraction
are
we,
No
Theater
Guild
attraction
are
we,
But
just
a
crazy
group
That
never
ceases
to
troop
Around
the
map
of
little
Italy.
We
open
in
Venice,
We
next
play
Verona,
Then
on
to
Cremona.
Lotsa
laughs
in
Cremona.
Our
next
jump
is
Parma,
That
dopey,
mopey
menace,
Then
Mantua,
then
Padua,
Then
we
open
again,
where?
We
open
in
Venice,
We
next
play
Verona,
Then
on
to
Cremona.
Lotsa
bars
in
Cremona.
Our
next
jump
is
Parma,
That
beerless,
cheerless
menace,
Then
Mantua,
then
Padua,
Then
we
open
again,
where?
We
open
in
Venice,
We
next
play
Verona,
Then
on
to
Cremona.
Lotsa
dough
in
Cremona.
Our
next
jump
is
Parma,
That
stingy,
dingy
menace,
Then
Mantua,
then
Padua,
Then
we
open
again,
where?
We
open
in
Venice,
We
next
play
Verona,
Then
on
to
Cremona.
Lotsa
quail
in
Cremona.
Our
next
jump
is
Parma,
That
heartless,
tartless
menace,
Then
Mantua,
then
Padua,
Then
we
open
again,
where?
In
Venice.
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