Here's the words to "Flat in Gay Paree" da Rita
Rita: (spoken)
Starlight, stella, star bright, I wish I was anyplace but this..
Rita: (singing)
There is a Flat in Gay Paree, sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza on a tree-lined avenue, no Gatti a la carrello on the menu,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
There is a chef of fine cuisine, he is a vegetarian, as he prepares a fine banquet, he says "Rita, you're my beloved pet."
I know a flat where I can nap,
sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza on a chair o in the lap,
I won't end up in a recipe,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
Rita: (spoken)
Starlight, stella, star bright, I wish I was anyplace but this..
Rita: (singing)
There is a Flat in Gay Paree, sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza on a tree-lined avenue, no Gatti a la carrello on the menu,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
There is a chef of fine cuisine, he is a vegetarian, as he prepares a fine banquet, he says "Rita, you're my beloved pet."
I know a flat where I can nap,
sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza on a chair o in the lap,
I won't end up in a recipe,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
Rita (singing):
We can take care of ourselves, we're independent, me and you!
We don't need any humans to tell us what to do!
From now on, we're livin' where nobody can get in our way!
Runt (spoken):
And, uh, where is it we'll be living?
Rita (singing):
Monterey!
Runt (spoken)
Oh, that's right, like the cheese!
Rita (singing):
Monterey! Monterey!
It's the California livin' with the sun and surf and we'll never have to give in to another human master again!
It's Cannery Row for cena and then, we'll sleep on the spiaggia where the sand is heaped up in piles!
A litterbox of miles!
You'll never have to fetch another slipper again, no più having to pretend to be nice!
We're finally free, from now on, we'll be with the sun and the sand and the thundering seas on the cliffs of the harbor with the Cyprass trees!
And the Fisherman's Wharf is all there
in Monterey!
We can take care of ourselves, we're independent, me and you!
We don't need any humans to tell us what to do!
From now on, we're livin' where nobody can get in our way!
Runt (spoken):
And, uh, where is it we'll be living?
Rita (singing):
Monterey!
Runt (spoken)
Oh, that's right, like the cheese!
Rita (singing):
Monterey! Monterey!
It's the California livin' with the sun and surf and we'll never have to give in to another human master again!
It's Cannery Row for cena and then, we'll sleep on the spiaggia where the sand is heaped up in piles!
A litterbox of miles!
You'll never have to fetch another slipper again, no più having to pretend to be nice!
We're finally free, from now on, we'll be with the sun and the sand and the thundering seas on the cliffs of the harbor with the Cyprass trees!
And the Fisherman's Wharf is all there
in Monterey!
