We Open In Venice (Swingin Down Yonder 1955)

Текст песни Dean Martin feat Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis, Jr - We Open In Venice (Swingin Down Yonder 1955)

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 folderol frivolity

Mere folks who give distraction, are we?
New theater give attraction, are we? (Oh shut up, Sam!)
But just a 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 on to 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 on to 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 on to Cremona
Lots of money in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That dingey mindgey menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
And we open again
Where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa 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 some place
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