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Дата выпуска: 06.09.2019
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Ya Got Trouble (Extrait De La Comédie Musicale « the Music Man ») |
Friend, either you’re closing your eyes |
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge |
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated |
By the presence of a pool table in your community |
Well, ya got trouble, my friend, right here |
I say, trouble right here in River City |
Why sure I’m a billiard player |
Certainly mighty proud I say |
I’m always mighty proud to say it |
I consider that the hours I spend |
With a cue in my hand are golden |
Help you cultivate horse sense |
And a cool head and a keen eye |
J’ever take and try to find |
An iron-clad leave for yourself |
From a three-rail billiard shot? |
But just as I say |
It takes judgment, brains, and maturity to score |
In a balkline game |
I say that any boob can take |
And shove a ball in a pocket |
And I call that sloth |
The first big step on the road |
To the depths of deg-ra-day-- |
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon |
Then beer from a bottle! |
An' the next thing ya know |
Your son is playin' for money |
In a pinch-back suit |
And list’nin to some big out-a-town jasper |
Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin' |
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no! |
But a race where they set down right on the horse! |
Like to see some stuck-up jockey boy |
Settin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil? |
Well, I should say |
Now, friends, lemme tell you what I mean |
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table |
Pockets that mark the diff’rence |
Between a gentlemen and a bum |
With a capital «B,» |
And that rhymes with «P» and that stands for pool! |
And all week long your River City |
Youth’ll be fritterin' away |
I say your young men’ll be fritterin'! |
Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too! |
Get the ball in the pocket |
Never mind gettin' dandelions pulled |
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded |
Never mind pumpin' any water |
'Til your parents are caught with the cistern empty |
On a Saturday night and that’s trouble |
Yes you got lots and lots of trouble |
I’m thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers |
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool |
Hall window after school, ya got trouble, folks! |
Right here in River City |
Trouble with a capital «T» |
And that rhymes with «P» and that stands for pool! |
Now, I know all you folks are the right kind of parents |
I’m gonna be perfectly frank |
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes |
On while they’re loafin' around that Hall? |
They be tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs |
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like cigarette fiends! |
And braggin' all about |
How they’re gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen |
One fine night, they leave the pool hall |
Headin' for the dance at the Arm’ry! |
Libertine men and Scarlet women! |
And Rag-time, shameless music |
That’ll grab your son, your daughter |
With the arms of a jungle animal instinct! |
Mass-staria! |
Friends, the idle brain is the devil’s playground! |
Trouble! |
Oh, we got trouble |
Right here in River City! |
Right here in River City! |
With a capital «T» |
And that rhymes with «P» |
And that stands for pool |
That stands for pool! |
We’ve surely got trouble! |
We’ve surely got trouble! |
Right here in River City |
Right here! |
Gotta figure out a way |
To keep the young ones moral after school! |
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble… |
Mothers of River City! |
Heed that warning before it’s too late! |
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption! |
The moment your son leaves the house |
Does he re-buckle his knickerbockers below the knee? |
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger? |
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib? |
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Cap’n Billy’s Whiz Bang? |
Are certain words creeping into his conversation? |
Words like, like «swell»? |
Trouble, trouble, trouble! |
Aha! And «so's your old man»? |
Trouble, trouble, trouble! |
Well, if so my friends |
Ya got trouble |
Oh, we got trouble |
Right here in River City! |
Right here in River City! |
With a capital «T» |
And that rhymes with «P» |
And that stands for pool! |
That stands for pool! |
We’ve surely got trouble! |
We’ve surely got trouble! |
Right here in River City! |
Right here! |
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule! |
Oh, we got trouble |
We’re in terrible, terrible trouble |
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil’s tool! |
Devil’s tool! |
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble! |
Oh yes we got trouble here! We’ve got big, big trouble! |
With a «T»! |
With a capital «T»! |
Gotta rhyme it with «P»! |
Gotta rhyme with «P»! |
And that stands for pool! |
That stands for pool! |
Remember my friends, listen to me, because I pass this way but once! |