Louis Prima — I've Got You Under My Skin tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "I've Got You Under My Skin", wykonawca: Louis Prima.
Tekst piosenki
Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rollin' on over the plains
With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins
A beautiful sky, a wonderful day
Whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away
Oh the Deadwood stage is a headin' on over the hills
Where the Injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills
Dangerous land, no time to delay
So whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away
We’re headin' straight for town, loaded down
With a fancy cargo, care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois boy
Oh the Deadwood stage is a comin' on over the crest
Like a homin' pigeon that’s a hankerin' after its nest
Twenty three miles we’ve covered today
So whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away
The wheels go turnin' round, homeward bound
Can’t you hear 'em hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey
We’ll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart’s a-thumpin' like a mandolin, a-plunkin' a tune
When I get home, I’m fixin' to stay
So whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away
Whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away
Introducin' Henry Miller, just as busy as a fizzy sasparilla
Ain’t a showman and he’s smarter, operates the Golden Garter
Where the cream of Deadwood city come to dine
And I’m glad to say he’s a very good friend of mine
Hi Joe, say where d’you get them fancy clothes?
I know, off some fella’s laundry line
Hi beau, aren’t you the Prairie Rose
Smellin' like a watermelon vine
Here’s the man the sheriff watches
On his gun, there’s more than twenty seven notches
On the draw, there’s no one faster and you’re flirtin' with
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Oh, The Deadwood stage is a-rollin ' on over the plains
With the curtains flappin 'and the driver slappin' the coins
A beautiful sky, a wonderful day
Whip crack-away, whip crack - away, whip crack-away
Oh the Deadwood stage is a headin ' on over the hills
Gdzie strzały Injunów są grubsze niż kolce jeżozwierza
Niebezpieczny ląd, nie ma czasu na zwlekanie
So whip crack-away, whip crack - away, whip crack-away
We 're headin' straight for town, loaded down
Z ładunkiem, opieka nad Wellsem i Fargo, chłopak z Illinois
Oh The Deadwood stage is a comin ' on over the crest
Jak homin 'pigeon that' s a hankerin ' after its nest
/ Align = "left" /
So whip crack-away, whip crack - away, whip crack-away
The wheels go turnin ' round, homeward bound
Can 't you hear 'em hummin'
Happy times are comin ' for to stay, hey
We ' ll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart 's a-thumpin' like a mandolin, a-plunkin ' a tune
Kiedy wrócę do domu, zostanę
So whip crack-away, whip crack - away, whip crack-away
Whip crack-away, whip crack - away, whip crack-away
Przedstawiam Henry' ego Millera, tak samo zajętego jak fizzy sasparilla
Ain 't a showman and he' s smarter, operated the Golden Garter
"Where the cream of Deadwood city come to dine"
I cieszę się, że mogę powiedzieć, że jest moim bardzo dobrym przyjacielem.
Cześć Joe, powiedz skąd masz te eleganckie ciuchy?
Wiem, z czyjejś pralni.
Cześć beau, czyż nie jesteś Prairie Rose?
Pachną jak arbuz.
Oto człowiek, którego obserwuje szeryf.
Na jego broni jest ponad 27 nacięć.
* On the draw, there 's no one faster and you' re flirtin ' with *