The Laughing Song

Charlotte Church

Compositor: Johann Strauss II

My dear Marquis
Why must you be
So loyal throughout your hours?
When you stop and stare
Take a lot more care
And closely scrutinise

My fingers, my ankles, my feet
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
How shapely and trim and petite
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Both accent and inflection show polish to perfection
Such graces are the traces of our old elite
Such graces are the traces of our old elite

I marvel how a man like you
Could fail to see my blood was blue
What a funny, ha, ha, ha
Situation, ha, ha, ha
What a startling, ha, ha, ha
Revelation, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
What a funny, ha, ha, ha
Situation, ha, ha, ha ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah

Marquis, I want to like you-ah

Profiles they say
Give the game away
When formed with classic grace
If the head on view
Isn't much to you
Then look at me side-face

What evidence more can there be, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I sing at soirees without fee, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Bestowing my attention
With lofty condescension
Such graces are the traces of a pedigree
Such graces are the traces of a pedigree

All's one to you, though I'm afraid
Because you love a parlour maid

What a funny, ha, ha, ha
Situation, ah, ah, ah
What a startling, ha, ha, ha
Revelation, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
What a funny, ha, ha, ha
Situation, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah! Ahh, ah, ah, ah!