We Open In Venice

A troupe of strolling players are we
Not stars like L.B. Mayer's are we
But just a simple band
Who roams about the land
Dispensing fol-de-rol frivolity

Mere folk who give distraction are we
No Theater Guild attractions are we, (Oh Shut up Sam)
But just a crazy group
That never ceases to troop
Around the map of little Italy
Well here we go back to the home Country again

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa laughs in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That dopy, mope Menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again
Where?!

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa bars in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That fearless, cheerless Menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again
Where?!

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa money in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That dingy, stingy Menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again
Where?!

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa quail in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That heartless, artless menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again
Where?!

Oh, let me see now, I got a map, let's pick out someplace
Well just don't go too far down the line there
Oh let's take the first canyon out of here
As a matter fact if we order we can beat the tab
'Cause the sheriff out there waiting for us
Goodbye boys
Gida, gida, gida



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Porter
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