Rock Island (The Music Man) 歌詞
Rock Island (The Music Man) - Studio Group
Cash for the merchandise
Cash for the buttonhooks
Cash for the cotton goods
Cash for the hard goods
Cash for the fancy goods
Cash for the soft goods
Cash for the noggins and the piggins and the firkins
Cash for the hogshead cask and demijohn
Cash for the crackers and the pickles and the flypaper
Look what do you talk
What do you talk
What do you talk
What do you talk
Where do you get it
What do you talk
You can talk you can talk you can bicker
You can talk you can bicker bicker bicker you can talk
You can talk you can talk talk talk bicker bicker bicker
You can talk all you wanna but it's different than it was
No it ain't no it ain't but you gotta know the territory
Chi chi chi chi chi chi chi
Well it's the model t ford made the trouble
Made the people wanna go wanna get wanna get wanna get up and go
7 8 9 10 12 14 22 23 miles to the county seat
Yes sir yes sir
Who's gonna patronize a little 2 by 4 kind of store anymore
What do you talk
What do you talk
Where do you get it
It's not the model t at all
Take a gander at the store
At the modern store
At the present day store
At the present day modern
Departmentalized grocery store
What do you talk
What do you talk
What do you talk
What do you talk
Where do you get it
What do you talk
What do you talk
What do you talk
Where do you get it
You can talk you can bicker
You can talk you can bicker
You can talk talk talk
You can bicker bicker bicker
You can talk all you wanna
But it's different than it was
No it ain't but you gotta know the territory
Gone gone gone with the hogshead cask and
Demijohn gone with the sugar barrel pickle barrel milk pan
Gone with the tub and the pail and the tierce
Ever meet a fellow by the name of hill
Hill
Hill
Hill
Hill
Hill
Hill
No
Never heard of any salesman hill
Now he doesn't know the territory
Doesn't know the territory
What's the fellows line
Never worries 'bout his line
Never worries 'bout his line
Or a doggone thing he's just a bang beat bell ringing
Big haul great go neck or nothing rip roarin every time
A bull's eye salesman that's professor harold hill harold hill
What's the fellows line
What's his line
He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory
Look what do ya talk
What do ya talk
What do ya talk
What do ya talk
He's a music man
He's a what
He's a what
He's a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids
In the town with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat drums
Big brass bass big brass bass and the piccolo
The piccolo with the uniforms too with a shiny gold braid on the
Coat and a big red stripe runnnin
Well I don't know much about bands but I do know
You can't make a living selling big trombones no sir
Mandolin picks perhaps and here and there a jew's harp
2 nd salesman no the fellow sells bands boys bands
I don't know how he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies
And he gathers and he plucks and shines and when the man dances certainly boys
What else the piper pays him yes sir yes
Sir yes sir yes sir when the man dances certainly boys
What else the piper pays him yes sir yes sir
But he doesn't know the territory