La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
He he he he he
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha, oh
When I was a little girl
I wanted to be a soprano
But my mother said my dear you've got to practice you piano
No soprano's in to man but a piano's always grand
And grand pianos in a band make money darling
And so each afternoon when I come home from school
I practice like a bloody fool
You can't imagine all the awful things I play
I could never see a friend I'd have to practice without end
And as the time was dripping by
I watched the clock without denial
I got the window on the sky
I wished so tearfully that
I Could come outside and play
Instead of wasting every day
Of learning something that
Without a doubt I could have really done without
It was such a bore
And I could here the boy next door was having fun
And that was something that I'd really never done
When I was a little girl
I wanted to be a soprano
But I had to sit and practice on my rotten old piano
Playing major scales and than
I played the minors once again
Now up and down the keys
I play and out of these
I play a tirade of all the exercises
Never any new surprises
Girl you keep your fingers wrong
What a sound
All I wanted was to sing
And not to make the raftest ring
With my old piano
Practicing I would have popped my back
I sing, I hated every minute of the keyboard I devote
That is why today I'm a soprano, but the sight of a piano
Makes me shot before I can not play a note
Written by: L. Okun; Arr: K. & M. Welch
I got rhythm
I got music
I got my man
[Speaking]
You play real good! How old are you? Eight? ... I was eight once... For a whole year! Then I went on to the big time... Nine...Ten...
[Singing]
I got daisies in green pastures
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more
All man trouble,
I don't mind him
You won't find him
Round and round and round my door
I got starlight
I got sweet dream
I got my man
Who can ask for anything more
I got rhythm
I got music
I got my man
Written by: I. & G. Gershwin
Johnny can only play one note
And the note he plays is this
This is just a little samba
Built upon a single note
Other notes are bound to follow
But the root is still that note
Now this new one is the consequence
Of the one we’ve just been through
As I’m bound to be the unavoidable
Consequence of you
There's so many people who can
Talk an' talk an' talk
And just say nothing
Nothing
I have used to go the scale
I know that at the end I've come to nothing
Nothing
So I come back to my first note
As I must come back to you
I will pour into that one note
All the love I feel for you
Anyone who wants the whole show
Re mi fa sol la ti do
He would find himself with no show
Better play the note you know
Dah dah dee dee da ah ah ...
Better play the note you know!
Johnny One Note Written by: L. Hart & R. Rodgers
One Note Samba Written by: A. C. Jobin & N. Mendonça
Look at yourself...
If you had sense of humor
You would laugh to beat the band...
Look at yourself
Do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right on the chin
You have lost that bright toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a-jumble
I sit around in sadly mumble
Fools rush in, so here I am!
Very glad to be unhappy
I can't win, but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad...
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But, oh, so glad!
Written by: R. Rodgers & L. Hart
I got rhythm...
People
People who got rhythm
Are the luckiest people
In the world...
Every one knows
I'm second hand Rose
From Second Avenue
I got rhythm,
I got rhythm,
I got rhythm
I got rhythm,
I got rhythm,
I got rhythm
I got rhythm,
oh... oh...
Get ready for me love,
'Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud
To rain on my parade...
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum...
I got rhythm,
I got music,
I got my man
I got daisies in green pastures
I got rhythm,
I got my man
Old man troubles
I don't mind him
You won't find him
Round an' round an' round my door
I got starlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my man
I got my man...
I got rhythm,
I got music,
I got my man
I got rhythm,
I got music,
I got my man
Who got rhythm
I got daisies in green pastures
I got rhythm,
I got music,
I got my man
Who got rhythm
I got starlight
I got sweet dreams
I got daisies in green pastures
I got rhythm
I got my man
I got music,
I got my man
Who got rhythm
Who could ask for anything more
Who could ask for anything more
I got rhythm...
People Written by: J. Styne & B. Merrill
Second Hand Rose Written by: G. Clarke & J. F. Hanley
Don’t Rain On My Parade Written by: J. Styne & B. Merrill
I Got Rhythm Written by: I. & G. Gershwin
Don’t ever leave me
Now that you’re here
Here is where you belong...
Everyth...
er...
Don’t Ever Leave Me Written by: J. Kern & O. Hammerstein
I’ll go my way by myself
It’s how the comedy ends
I’ll have to deny myself
Love and laughter and friend
I'll try to apply myself
And teach my heart how to sing
I’ll go my way by myself
Like a bird on the wing
I’ll face the unknown
I’ll build the world of my own
No one knows better than I myself
I’m by myself
I’m by myself
I’m by myself
Alone
Hear my voice
Through the dim
Hear the waves
On your skin
Like a call from within
Come back to me
Hear my voice
Where you are
Take a train
Steal a car
Half afraid,
Never stop
Come back to me
Have you gone to the moon
Or the corner saloon
Come by mail...
Rail...
C.O.D...
XYZ
It will be
S.O.B.
S.O.B!
Come in pain or in joy
As a girl or a boy
In a bag or a trunk
In a hose or a drunk
In the flora or faun
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
To me come back
To me...
Ooh!
Wow!
Come Back To Me Written by: A. J. Lerner & B. Lane
I done lost my ugly spare
I am cheerful now got the warmth all over
To smother my worried brow
Oh the girl I use to be
She ain't me no more
I closed the door on the girl I was before
Feeling fine and full of bliss
What I really wanna say is this
I never has seen snow
All the same I know
Snow ain't so beautiful
Can't be so beautiful
Like my love is
Like my love is
Nothing do compare
Nothing any where with my love
A hundred things I see
A twilight sky that tree
But none so beautiful
Not one so beautiful
Like my love is
Like my love is
Once you see his face
None can take the place of my love
A stone rolled of my heart
When I laid my eyes on that
Near of me boy with that far away look
And right from the start
I saw a new horizon
And a road to take me where I wanted to be took
Needed to be took
Needed to be took
Oh! I never have seen snow
All the same I know
Nothing will ever be
Nothing can ever be
Beautiful as my love is
Like my love is to me
Nothing is as beautiful
To me
Written by: H. Arlen & T. Capote
Über den Wipfeln des westlichen Haines
Winket uns freundlich der rötliche Schein;
Unter den Zweigen des östlichen Haines
Säuselt der Kalmus im rötlichen Schein
Unter den Zweigen des östlichen Haines
Säuselt der Kalmus im rötlichen Schein;
[Spoken] Ach! They just don’t write tunes like that anymore: "Auf Dem Wasser zu Singen". It is really one of my favorites and I’m sure it’s one of yours! In fact it it so much fun to sing...Why don’t you join in with me for the last chorus and..er...you know, sing along with Schubert?
[Singing] Bis ich auf höherem strahlendem Flügel
Selber entschwinde der wechselnden Zeit.
Sel...wonderful, wonderful..
Selber entschwinde der wechselnden Zeit...
Terrific!
Written by: F. Schubert
The world is made of music
Never ending symphonies of sound surround us
Miracles of melodies abound around us too
It's a musical world
It is a musical world, and the possibilities of making music are infinite. So with your kind indulgence and my kind permission, we would like to present a premiere performance of a new work concerto for voice and appliances...
The world is a concerto
Each day begins with music
In the air
The world is a concerto
Oh hear the music bubbling everywhere
The whole wide world is whistling
The heavens hum along
All blending in a never ending song
The world is a concerto
A song in which each singer has a part
A classical concerto
A rhapsody that's ringing through my heart
I feel the cleansing power
I tremble breathlessly
In keeping with the sweeping melody
So for me
Make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
It's a musical world
It's a musical world
It's a musical world
Written by: K. & M. Welch, B. Mann & C. Weil
What do I really hear
What is in the ear of my mind
Which sounds are true and clear
And which will never be defined
The sweetest sounds
I'll ever hear
Are still inside my head
The kindest words
I'll ever know
Are waiting to be said
The most and entrancing side of all
Is yet for me to see
And the dearest love in all the world
Is waiting somewhere for me
Is waiting somewhere,
Somewhere for me
Written by: R. Rodgers
