Hey buds below, up is where to grow Up with which below can't compare with Hurry, it's lovely up here Life down a hole takes an awful toll What with
If a girl isn't pretty Like a Miss Atlantic City All she gets in life is pity And a pat Kindly name a star who hasn't Won a contest or a pageant If she
be singing Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jing jangle Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jing jangle Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jing jangle Jingle bells, Jingle bells
One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy But all I do is cry Cry, cry, no more laughter / Oh, I should
Bird up above see what he's got The freedom to fly and the freedom to not De dum that's a fine kind o' freedom Look at him go way up above Look at the
Bird up above see what he's got The freedom to fly and the freedom to not de dum that's a fine kind o' freedom Look at him go way up above Look
(Jimmy Van Heusen/Johnny Burke) Love is funny, or it's sad, Or it's quiet, or it's mad It's a good thing, or it's bad, But beautiful . . . Beautiful
Mmm. . . One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy But all I do is cry, cry No more laughter (Oh I should
[From "Sweeney Todd" And "Company"] Pretty women Fascinating Sippin coffee Dancing, pretty women Pretty women Are a wonder, pretty women Sitting in the
Hey buds below ... up is where to grow Up with which below can't compare with. Hurry - it's lovely up here ... Life down a hole takes an awful toll, What
Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jing jangle Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jing jangle Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jing jangle Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jing jangle JJJJJJJingle bells
FUNNY GIRL is the life of vaudeville comedienne Fanny Brice (1891-1951), starting in 1910. Actually the show starts after she has become a success on
Fanny is now part of the Ziegfeld Follies. She tells Florenz Ziegfeld she doesn't want to be in the finale because she finds the lyrics inappropriate
gosse, Ou les morsures d'un amour fou, Du plus loin qu'il m'en souvienne, Si depuis, j'ai dit "je t'aime", Ma plus belle histoire d'amour, c'est vous
quinquets De voir s'allumer le grand reflet D' la belle amour dont je revais, D' la belle amour dont tu causais. Quand t'avais pas c'que tu voulais, La belle
Je suis la tres mysterieuse, Je suis la mante religieuse. Ni belle, ni bonne, Je n'aime personne Et je passe, bonjour. Je suis celle de la nuit, Je suis
Prevod: Mandrell, Barbara. Ali ni to dobro.