Lyrics The Venice Gavotte by Leonard Bernstein

Rien ne va plus. Le treize. 

Banco!

I've got troubles, as I've said
Mother's dying, Father's dead
All my uncles are in jail

It's a very moving tale

Though our name, I say again, is
Quite the proudest name in Venice
Our afflictions are so many
And we haven't got a penny

Madam, I am desolate
At your family's tragic state
Any help that I can give
Please do tell me where they live
I shall look them up tomorrow
And alleviate thеir sorrow
With a check made out to bearеr
In the meantime, buona sera

We've got troubles, as she said
Mother is dying, Father's dead
All her uncles are in jail

It's a very moving tale

Although our name, I say again, is
Quite the proudest name in Venice
All our/her uncles are in jail
It is a very moving tale
A moving tale, a moving tale

Ah, what a tale!
Ah, what a moving tale
Millions of rubles and lire and francs
Broke the bank, broke the bank
Broke the best of all possible banks
Pieces of gold to the ladies I throw
Easy come, easy go
Shining gold to the ladies I throw

See them on their knees before me
If they love me, can you blame them?
Little wonder they adore me
Watch them woo me as I name them

Lady Frilly, Lady Silly
Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly
Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly
Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly
My Lady Fortune found me
What a joy to have around me
Lovely ladies, six or seven
This is my idea of Heaven

Fortune, keep the wheel a-spinning, spinning
They adore me while I'm winning!
Lady Frilly, Lady Silly
Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly
Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly
Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly
Fools love only one or two
Ladies, I love all of you
I've/She's got troubles, as I/she said
Mother is dying, Father's dead
All my/her uncles are in jail

Lady Frilly, Lady Silly
Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly
Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly
Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly
My Lady Fortune found me
What a joy to have around me

It's a very moving tale

Lovely ladies, six or seven
This is my idea of Heaven

Although our name, I say again, is
Quite the proudest name in Venice
All my/her uncles are in jail

Fortune, keep the wheel a-spinning, spinning
They adore me while I'm winning!
Lady Frilly, Lady Silly
Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly

It is a very moving tale

Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly
Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly

Ah, what a tale!
Ah, what a moving tale!

A moving tale, a moving tale

Fools love only one or two
Ladies, I love all of you

A moving tale, a moving tale, a—

Love you, love you, love—

Ah!

Candide!

Cunegonde!