Testo Cinderella - Jack Ross
Testo della canzone Cinderella (Jack Ross), tratta dall'album Cinderella / Margarita (Mono Version)
Here is a tale to make your crèche fleep
It'll give you pooskimples
It's a story for feebo conbiggleto peep
That's wee folk and bigger people too
It's a story about Cinderella who lived in a big hark douse
With her mean ol' mepstother and her two sisty uglers
And they made Cinderella do all the wordy dird
While they sat around chitty nawkliss and maggin' greedizes
And one day when Cinderella was in the kitchen floppin' the moor
The two sisty uglers came in and said, "Guess what?
The Prancimhince is brewin' a fancy thresstroll, and we're invited
It's too bad that you can't go."
So Cinderella went back in the kitchen with ears in her ties
And she was just about to chikasee a fricken
When suddenly there was a lindine plash of flight
And standing beside her was a feudible berry
And Cinderella said, "Who are you, and what do you want?"
And the feudible berry said, "Well, I'm your berry fodgudder."
And Cinderella said, "Well, may I go to the ball?"
And the fairy said, "Well, that's quite a wish," but she said, "Okay"
So she waved her magic wand and instantly
Cinderella was transformed into a babishy roody
She had a long, wide gap in sound
And a necklace of poopies and rurls
And on her few were two tiny sass clippers
And the fairy said, "Now, you may go, but
You must promise to be mome by hignight"
And Cinderella said, "Ho-kay," so she was off
And soon she cast to the camo, that's came to the castle
And Cinderella jumped out, and the first poo
Teeples she ran into were the two sisty uglers
And she was so beautiful, they didn't even Cinderrize reckingnize
So they introduced her to the Prancimhince
And he said, "May I dave this chance?"
He said, "You're so beautiful, you remind me of beepin' slooty"
He was just about to ask for her mair in handage
When suddenly the strock parted to strike swell
And Cinderella banned from the raw
But as she did, one of the sass clippers flipped from her soot
The Prancimhince picked it up and he says, "Now, all
I have to do is find the woman whose soot this flipper
Sits, and I'll know whom I've lollum and fubbed"
So the next day, he went from house to house
And you can't turn that around
And soon, he came to the sin where house-derella lived
And he docked on the nor
And who should come to the door but the two sisty uglers
And he says, "I'm lookin' for the woman whose soot this flipper sits"
Well, of course, they were beaten with two fay
But then it was Cinderella's turn, and guess what?
The clipper pitted serfickly, they were
Married, and they have lividly ever after
And that's the end of the story of Cinderella
But you see, there's a moral to this
Fairytale because Cinderella never gave up
And as you walk down the pathway of life, never give up
Christopher Columbus never gave up
Benjamin Franklin never gave up
Abraham Lincoln never gave up
Oliver Twiddledee, who's he?
You see? You don't know, 'cause he gave up
And always remember this little philosophy
You see, some of our snubberful trawl
And some of our bubbles are trig
But if we tranhad no hobbles, how could we bleckignize our ressings?
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Martin, Ross Jack
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