Dans l'eau de la claire fontaine Elle se baignait toute nue Une saute de vent soudaine Jeta ses habits dans les nues En detresse, elle me fit signe
a hill but down to an old wharf shack Inside I heard the trumpets call I salute to the champions on the wall And in the jazz of squalls And impassioned brawls she danced
So I uh, and I uh And I uh, uh, uh But I do it with a horn Once I was a schleppa Now I'm Miss Mazeppa With my revolution in dance You gotta have a gimmick
Music everywhere, feet are pattin' Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan Everybody is out high hattin' Spreadin' rhythm around Everywhere you go trumpets are
To control and manage Cut the groove Make it rough like a chainsaw Inject a beat eat meat like carnivore Trumpets sound And wrath pours down Angels dance
and pray at his feet The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin, dancing
hee haw on the beat ya Goddamn, nice to meet ya (Chorus) Princess: Alright, it's time to learn a new dance now Get yourself a partner. Now I want one
Oh boy that's where my money goes I've got a gal in Monroeville she won't dance but her sister will Oh boy that's where my money goes And I've got a gal
walk you can dance That's an old proverb from Zimbabwe You know what I mean? If you can talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance Yeah, and the trumpet
a medicine man Decon feathers Flesh on bone Real vendettas Steal cantines, at least two roam on wild plain For my voice drain the gramophone, dance for
. Crusto- tenors C. Blouin - baritone, W. Bell - alto, W. Joseph Sr. W. Bokes & W. Eugene - trmbs. C. Kerr & E. Thompson & E. Nash -trumpets. S. Quezergue
Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell
[Chorus] L.O.V.E Dance to the beat of my drum Dance to the beat of my drum L.O.V.E Dance to the beat of my drum Dance to the beat of my drum Leader
've lived in bars and danced on tables Hotel, streets and ships that sail We swim with sharks And fly with aeroplanes in the air Send in the trumpets
woodland trumpet, Cradling your musket son. Harlequin stands magnificent Slaughtered tulip in the psalm of his lillywhite. Harlequin stands theatrical Mincing smirk dancing
dance in the fire The heat's getting close and the flame's gettin' higher When the music's over there's a hush in the choir Nothing's free When the trumpets
Swing, like a chariot At the trumpet call When we're all unsaved, swing Like a wrecking ball Like the heart of god What a mystery Filled with the wedding