"Tra-La-La" as written by George Gershwin and Ira Gershwin....
Sweet Marie from gay Paree
Came here to go upon the stage
Sweet Marie a hit was she
And soon became the public rage
Every night it was a sight
To see the Johnnies fall in line
On bended knee you'd hear this please
Oh sweet Marie come please be mine.

Sweet Marie was wise you see
She always knew her little book
Diamond rings and other things
That came her way she always took
Winning smile and taking style
Took costly presents by the score
She'd take each lad for all he had
And then she'd take him to the door.

Tra la la la la she'd always say
Tra la la la la in accent day
Pretty baby if I let you play wize me
You might get too gay and free
Tra la la la la My Yankee boy
Tra la la la la you bring much joy
But if I go out and take ze motor ride
Why you might want to pull down ze blind inside
And zen you try to get a little fly
So I better, Tra la la la la
Tra la la la la come ca.

Tra la la la la ze naughty child
Tra la la la la he get too wild
If I ever give to sweet pa pa one kiss
Zen he'll know what real love is
Tra la la la la
Oh you baby
Tra la la la la I know cherie
That when you say zat with love your heart is full
I know zats only what Yankee call ze "bull"
And if I let you get ze kiss I bet
Why then I know you'll
Tra la la la la
Tra la la la la come ca.


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"Tra-La-La" as written by Ira Gershwin George Gershwin

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