Frank Kopyc-歌词

Trumpeter Blow Your Golden Horn - George Dvorsky/Michael Tilson Thomas/Merwin Goldsmith/Frank Kopyc

Written by：George Gershwin/Ira Gershwin

Oh trumpeter trumpeter blow your golden horn

Oh trumpeter trumpeter blow your golden horn

A white house baby will very soon be born

A white house baby will very soon be born

Blow your horn

With a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha

With a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha ha

There's something glorious happening today

For all the citizens of the u s a

A white house baby will very soon be born

Oh trumpeter blow your horn

Oh trumpeter blow your horn

Oh trumpeter blow your horn

Your golden horn your golden horn

Oh doctor doctor what's the news we pray

We've waited for your bulletin all day

The baby of the president and frau

Will be here almost any moment now

With a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha

With a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha

Oh doctor here is the one thing we must know

We're all of us anxious and we've got to know

The baby is it to be a girl or boy

A baby girl or boy

A nation's pride and joy

We must know whether it's a girl or boy

A girl or boy

On that point nobody budges

For all matters of the sort

On that matter no one budges

For all cases of the sort

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

The supreme court

We're the one two three four

Five six seven eight nine

Supreme court judges

With a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha

With a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha

About the baby

Will it be a boy or girl

A he or she

On that matter no one budges

For all cases of the sort

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

The secretary of agriculture

The farmers in the dell

The farmers in the dell

They all keep a asking me

A boy or a gel

On that matter no one budges

For all cases of the sort

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

The secretary of navy

All the sailors in the navy

In these great united states

Do not eat their bowls of gravy

Nor the captains nor the mates

They refuse to jib their anchors

Strike a boom or heave a sail

Till you've satisfied their hanker

Is it female or a male

On that matter no one budges

For all cases of the sort

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

The senator carver Jones

Out on the prairie

The cowboys all keep asking of me

He or she

She or he

Out on the prairie

For baby boy or girl they are keen

But they want nothing in between

On that matter no one budges

For all cases of the sort

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

Are decided by the judges

Of the supreme court

The senator Roberte Lyons

Way down upon the Swanee river

Folks are filled with joy

But they want to know what will the stork deliver

Will it be a girl or a boy

There's something glorious happening today

A baby will be born

A baby will be born

Oh trumpeter trumpeter blow your golden horn