Текст песни Sherman Allan - Chim Chim Cheree
Sherman Allan - Chim Chim Cheree слова песни
(parody of "Chim Chim Cheree" by Dick Van Dyke,from the movie "Mary Poppins")Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim-chim-cheree;Those are three words that don`t make sense to me.But I`m used to words that don`t make sense to me,From all those commercials I see on TV.When I see an ad that can`t be understoodI know that the product has got to be good;Those words may be crazy, but I think they`re great,Like sodium acetylsalicylate.(Sodium acetylsalicylate!)I wake up each morning a most happy man,I cover my Pic-O-Pay with Fluoristan;I add Hexachlorophene, `cause it`s so pure,And then GL-70, just to make sure.Then I take a shower, but never alone;I`m in there with Dermasil and Silicone.I brush Vitrol-D on my Lanolin wave,And I sharpen my Boo-boop, and use it to shave!(He sharpens his Boo-boop, and that`s how he shaves!)There`s Tufsyn, and Retsyn, and Acrylan too,And Marfac and Melmac and what else is new?There`s Orlon and Korlan, and there`s Accutron,And Teflon, and Ban-Lon, and so on and on.These wonderful words spin around in my brain;Each one is a mystery I cannot explain.Like what does that Blue Magic whitener do --Does it make blue things white, or make white things blue?(His blue things are white, and his white things are blue!)My Fastback has Wide-Track and Autronic Eye,Which winks when a cute little Volvo goes by;My tank full of Platformate starts with a roar,But when I try to stop, it goes two miles more.I measure my breathing with my Nasograph,It`s nice, but oh my, how it hurts when I laugh.My chair is upholstered in real Naugahyde;When they killed that nauga, I sat down and cried.(He moved to Chicaga when that nauga died!)I`m giving a party next Saturday nightAnd here are the friends that I`m going to invite:The giant who lives in my washing machine,That other nice giant, who`s jolly and green.The tiger who causes my gas tank to flood,That handsome white knight who is stronger than crud;The man with the eyepatch, who sells me my shirtsAnd that nut who flies into the front seat for Hertz!(That daring young nut who goes flying for Hertz!)I`ve lived all my life in this weird wonderland;I keep buying things that I don`t understand,`Cause they promise me miracles, magic, and hope,But, somehow, it always turns out to be soap.And they might as well be Chim-Chiminey Cheree!(Those words all could be Chim-Chiminey Cheree!)sallysally@usa.net