Fred Astaire, Nanette Fabray & Jack Buchanan - Triplets (OST The Band Wagon) | Текст песни

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• Fred Astaire, Nanette Fabray & Jack Buchanan
• Triplets (OST The Band Wagon)

Three little unexpected children
Simultaneously, the doctor brought us
And you can see that we'll be
Three forever and a-e-i-o-
You wouldn't know how agonizing
Being triple can be
Each one is individually the victim
Of the clinical day e-i-o-
Every summer we go away to Boden, Boden, Boden
Every winter we come back home to Walla, Walla, Walla

We do everything alike
We look alike
We dress alike, we walk alike
We talk alike
And what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We're sick of jokes on what an art it is
To tell us apart!

Fred : If one of us gets the measles
Jack : Another one gets the measles
All : Then all of us gets the measles
And mumps and 'flu.
How I wish I had a gun
A widdle gun
It would be fun to shoot the other two
And be only one.

Fred : Mrs Whipple Poofer loves to talk to
Mrs Hildendorfer of the fatal natal day
She had her silly Willy

Nanette : Mrs Hudson-Cooper loves to talk to
Mrs Golden-Wasser
Of her major operations
When she had her twins.

Jack : But when Mother comes along
She silences the others
She accomplished something
That is very rare in mothers.

All : MGM has got a Leo
But Mama has got a trio
She is proud but says three is a crowd

Oh, we do everything alike
We look alike
We dress alike, we walk alike
We talk alike
And what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We're sick of jokes on what an ... apart.

We eat the same kind of vittles
We drink the same kind of bottles
We sit in the same kind of high-chair
High-chair, high-chair!

How I wish I had a gun...be only one.

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