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Karaoké Ya Got Trouble - The Music Man (1957 musical) (Robert Preston)

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Ya Got Trouble rendu célèbre par The Music Man (1957 musical)

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Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo : variable (environ 125 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : La♭

La chanson commence a cappella

Durée : 03:54 - Extrait à : 02:19

Date de sortie : 1957
Styles : Comédies musicales, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Meredith Willson

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles Ya Got Trouble

A pool table don't you understand
Friend
Either you're closin' 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
Wel 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
D'you ever take and try to find an iron-clad leave to yourself from a three-rail billiard shot
But just as I say it takes judgement, brains and maturity to score in a balkline game
I say that any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket
And they 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
And the next thing ya know your son is playin' for money in a pinch-back suit
And listenin' 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 difference 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 'till 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 Armory
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 right here in River City
With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for Pool
We've surely got trouble right here in River City
Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones moral after school
Mothers of River City
Heed that warnin' before it's too late
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption
The minute 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 startin' to memorize jokes from Capitain Billy's Whiz Bang
Are certain words creepin' into his conversation
Words like
Swell
And So's your old man
Well if so my friends ya got trouble right here in River City
With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for Pool
We've surely got trouble right here in River City
Remember the Maine
Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule
Oh ho we got trouble
We're in terrible, terrible trouble
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool
Yes we got trouble
Trouble, trouble
With a T
Gotta rhyme it with P and that stands for Pool

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