New Sun in the Sky/Louisiana Hayride/New Sun in the Sky/ Lyrics

New Sun in the Sky/Louisiana Hayride/New Sun in the Sky/ Text

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NEW SUN IN THE SKY

India Adams :
I see a new sun up in a new sky
And my whole horizon has reached a new high
Yesterday my heart sang a blue song
But today hear it hum a cheery new song
I dreamed a new dream
I saw a new face
And I'm spreading sunshine all over the place
With a new point of view here's what greets my eye!
New love, new luck
New sun in the sky!

I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO CHANGE MY PLAN

Jack Buchanan and Fred Astaire :
I guess I'll have to change my plan
I should've realized there'd be another man
I overlooked that point completely
Until the big affair began
Before I knew where I was at
I found myself up on the shelf
And that was that.
I tried to reach the moon
But when I got there
All that I could get was the air
My feet are back upon the ground
I've lost the one girl I found.

LOUISIANA HAYRIDE

Nanette Fabray :
Get goin', Louisiana hayride!
Get goin' we all is ready
Start something Louisiana hayride
No use for calling the road
Oh, I like that sport
Sittin' in the hay
Lovin' it away -- oh, oh
For the time is short
Crack your little whip
Get your little ship to go!
Start something, Louisiana hayride
No foolin', we all is happy
Get goin', Louisiana hayride
No use for calling the road!

TRIPLETS

The "Triplets" are Nanette Fabray, Jack Buchanan and Fred Astaire.

Three little unexpected children
Simultaneously, the doctor brought us
And you can see that we'll be
Three forever and a-e-i-o-
You wouldn't know how agonizing
Being triple can be
Each one is individually the victim
Of the clinical day e-i-o-
Every summer we go away to Boden, Boden, Boden
Every winter we come back home to Walla, Walla, Walla

We do everything alike
We look alike
We dress alike, we walk alike
We talk alike
And what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We're sick of jokes on what an art it is
To tell us apart!

Fred : If one of us gets the measles
Jack : Another one gets the measles
All : Then all of us gets the measles
And mumps and 'flu.
How I wish I had a gun
A widdle gun
It would be fun to shoot the other two
And be only one.

Fred : Mrs Whipple Poofer loves to talk to
Mrs Hildendorfer of the fatal natal day
She had her silly Willy

Nanette : Mrs Hudson-Cooper loves to talk to
Mrs Golden-Wasser
Of her major operations
When she had her twins.

Jack : But when Mother comes along
She silences the others
She accomplished something
That is very rare in mothers.

All : MGM has got a Leo
But Mama has got a trio
She is proud but says three is a crowd

Oh, we do everything alike
We look alike
We dress alike, we walk alike
We talk alike
And what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We're sick of jokes on what an ... apart.

We eat the same kind of vittles
We drink the same kind of bottles
We sit in the same kind of high-chair
High-chair, high-chair!

How I wish I had a gun...be only one.