Текст песни Finale - Robert Preston

While a hundred and ten cornets played the air...
Then I modestly took my place
As the one and only bass
Then I oompa'd up and down the square
Good night my someone
Good night my love
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
Our star is shining
It's brightest light
There were horns
Of every shape and kind...
Sweet dreams be yours dear
If dreams there be
While a hundred and ten cornets played the air
I wish I may
And I wish I might
Now good night
My someone
Good night.