CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : It’s A Bore
Look at all the captivity
Fascinating things there are to do
Name two
Look at all the pleasures
All the myriad of treasures
We have got
Like what?
Like Paris in the spring
When each solitary thing
Is more beautiful than ever before
You can hear every tree
Almost saying, "Look at me!"
What color are the trees?
Green!
What color were they last year?
Green!
And next year?
Green!
It's a bore
Don't you marvel at the power
Of the mighty Eiffel Towеr
Knowing there it will remain еverymore?
Climbing up to the sky
Over 90 stories high
How many stories?
Ninety!
How many yesterday?
Ninety!
And tomorrow?
Ninety!
It's a bore
The river Seine!
All it can do is flow
Think of wine!
It's red or white
Think of girls!
It's either yes or no
And if it's no or if it's yes
It simply couldn't matter less
But think of a race
With your horse in seventh place
Then he suddenly begins
And he catches up and wins
With a roar
It's a bore!
Life is thrilling as can be
Simply not my cup of tea
It's a year-romantic fling
If you like that sort of thing
It's intriguing
It's fatiguing
It's a game
It's the same
The world wherever you go
Whatever place your hat
The earth is round
But everything on it is flat
Don't tell me Venice has no lure
Just a town without a sewer
The Leaning Tower I adore
Indecision is a bore
But think of the thrill
Of a bullfight in Seville
When the bull is uncontrolled
And he charges at a bull matador
It's a bore
Think of lunch beneath the trees
Stop the carriage, if you please
You mean you don't want to come?
The thought of lunch leaves me numb
But I implore
Oh no, Uncle, it's a bore
Fascinating things there are to do
Name two
Look at all the pleasures
All the myriad of treasures
We have got
Like what?
Like Paris in the spring
When each solitary thing
Is more beautiful than ever before
You can hear every tree
Almost saying, "Look at me!"
What color are the trees?
Green!
What color were they last year?
Green!
And next year?
Green!
It's a bore
Don't you marvel at the power
Of the mighty Eiffel Towеr
Knowing there it will remain еverymore?
Climbing up to the sky
Over 90 stories high
How many stories?
Ninety!
How many yesterday?
Ninety!
And tomorrow?
Ninety!
It's a bore
The river Seine!
All it can do is flow
Think of wine!
It's red or white
Think of girls!
It's either yes or no
And if it's no or if it's yes
It simply couldn't matter less
But think of a race
With your horse in seventh place
Then he suddenly begins
And he catches up and wins
With a roar
It's a bore!
Life is thrilling as can be
Simply not my cup of tea
It's a year-romantic fling
If you like that sort of thing
It's intriguing
It's fatiguing
It's a game
It's the same
The world wherever you go
Whatever place your hat
The earth is round
But everything on it is flat
Don't tell me Venice has no lure
Just a town without a sewer
The Leaning Tower I adore
Indecision is a bore
But think of the thrill
Of a bullfight in Seville
When the bull is uncontrolled
And he charges at a bull matador
It's a bore
Think of lunch beneath the trees
Stop the carriage, if you please
You mean you don't want to come?
The thought of lunch leaves me numb
But I implore
Oh no, Uncle, it's a bore
