Jeremy Brett - March Septet | Текст песни

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• March Septet

Count Danilo: It’s a problem
Men: It’s a problem
Count Danilo: How to manage
Men: To go on
Count Danilo: How to manage willful women
When the bloom of youth has gone
Man: How to keep them
Men: Keep them faithful
Man: Is the question
Men: We’re about
Count Danilo: If there’s any bright suggestion
Men: We’re ready to try it out

Count Danilo: The one pursues the latest fashion
Men: Coiffure, hipline, toque, and muff
Count Danilo: And one the grand romantic passion
Men: Tristan and Isolde stuff
Count Danilo: The next demands a bow-neck hero
Men: Spurs and wax mustachio
Count Danilo: With brawn at plus and brain of zero
Men: Ajax or Petruchio
Count Danilo: The fourth is fractious late and early
Men: Scolding when the guests are gone
Count Danilo: Still thriving in the hurly-burly
Men: Offspring of an Amazon
Count Danilo: But some, of course, are sweet and tender
Men: Snakes that wheedle and beguile
We’ll close our ranks and not surrender
Wondering what to do meanwhile

What to think, what to say, what to do
What a red-letter day if we knew
Being male we may fail but we try
Yes, we try, try, try, try, try

Clutching hope we must cope as we can
Though it’s plainly too much for a man
Though you sweat, though you slave
They forget what you gave
Then you’re back where you first began

Women, women, women, women,
Women, women, women, women, ahhhh

What to think, what to say, what to do
What a red-letter day if we knew
Being male we may fail but we try
Yes, we try, try, try, try, try

Clutching hope we must cope as we can
Though it’s plainly too much for a man
Though you sweat, though you slave
They forget what you gave
Then you’re back where you first began

Man: What to think, what to say, what to do
Men: Women, women, women, women,
Count Danilo: What a red-letter day if we knew
Men: Women, women, women, women,
Both: Being male we may fail but we try
Men: Yes, we try, try, try, try, try

Clutching hope we must cope as we can
Though it’s plainly too much for a man
Though you sweat, though you slave
They forget what you gave
Then you’re back where you first began

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