笨小笨A Bar On The Piccola Marina歌词由Noel Coward演唱，出自专辑《The Best of Noel Coward》，下面是《A Bar On The Piccola Marina》完整版歌词！
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Now I'd like to sing you a new song
That I wrote just last summer
When I was having a holiday on the island of capri
Each evening I used to sit on the piazza
And watch these hordes of middle-age ladies
Ariving by every boat
Obviously all set to have themselves a ball
So startled was I by this rather macabre spectacle
That I wrote this song about a respectable english matron
Who discovered in the nick of time
That life was for living
I'll sing you a song it's not very long
It's moral may disconcert you
Of a mother and wife who for most of her life
Was trained for domestic virtue
She had two strapping daughters and a rather dull son
And a much duller husband who at sixty-one
Elected to retire and later on expire
Sing halleluhua heigh-nonny-no
Heigh-nonny-no heigh-nonny-no
He joined the feathered choir
Having laid him to rest by special request
In a family mausoleum
As his widow repaired to the home they had shared
Her heart sang a gay tedeum
And then in the middle of the funeral wake
While adding some liquor to the tipsy cake
She briskly cried that's done
My life's at last begun
Sing halleluhah heigh-nonny-no
Heigh-nonny-no heigh-nonny-no
It's time I had some fun
Today though hardly a jolly day
At least I'll set me free
We'll all have a lovely holiday
On the island of capri
In a bar on the piccola marina
Life called to mrs wentworth-brewster
Fate beckoned her and introduced her
Into a rather queer unfamiliar atmosphere
She'd just sit there propping up the bar
Beside a fisherman who sang to a guitar
When accused of having gone too far
She made reply funiculi just fancy me funicula
When he bellowed que bella signorina
Sheer ecstasy at once produced a wild shriek
From mrs wentworth-brewster
Changing her whole demeanour
When both her daughters and her son said please come home mama
She answered rather bibulously who do you think you are
Nobody can afford to be so la-di-bloody-da
In a bar on the piccola marina
Every fisherman cried viva viva and que ragazza
When she sat on the grand piazza
Everybody would rise
Every fisherman said viva viva que belle inglese
Someone even said whoops-a-daisy
Which was quite a surprise
Each evening with some light excuse and beaming with goodwill
She'd just slip into something loose and totter down the hill
To that bar on the piccola marina
Where love came to mrs wentworth-brewster
Hot flushes of delight suffused her
Right round the bend she went picture her astonishment
Day in day out she would gad about
Because she felt she was no longer on the shelf
Night out night in knocking back the gin
She cried funicula funiculi funnic-yourself
Just for fun three young sailors from messina
Bowed low to mrs wentworth-brewster
Said scusi and abruptly goosed her
Then there was quite a scene
Her family in floods of tears cried leave these men mama
She said they are just high-spirited like all italians are
And most of them have a great deal more to offer than papa
In a bar on the piccola marina
A Bar on the Piccola Marina - Noel Coward and Orchestra
