We Open in Venice — текст песни

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 plenty of frivolity

Mere folks who give distraction are we

Yes, and give attraction are we, oh shut up, man

But just a crazy group, that never seeks to so soup

Around a pack of little on a leash

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, eh boys

Our next jump in Parma, that dopy mopie menace

And Mantua and Padua, and 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 is Parma, that tearless fearless menace

And Mantua, and 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’s ingie pingie menace

Then Mantua, then Padua, and then we open again. Where?

We open in Venice, we next play Verona, then on to Cremona

Lots of players in Cremona

Our next jump in Parma, that heartless artless menace

Then Mantua, then Padua, the we open again. Where?

Oh, let me see now, I got a map, let’s pick out someplace

Well just don’t dicado back on the line now

Oh let’s take the first canyon out of here

As a matter fact if we hurry we can beat the sack, for the chef’s out there

waiting for us

Goodbye boys, gida, gida, gida…