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Finale
4
Soundtrack
Finale wurde am 1. April 1952 von Masterworks Broadway als Teil des Albums On Your Toes (1952 Studio Cast Recording) veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum1. April 1952
LabelMasterworks Broadway
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM76

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Cassidy
Jack Cassidy
Vocals
Laurel Shelby
Laurel Shelby
Vocals
Portia Nelson
Portia Nelson
Vocals
On Your Toes Ensemble (1952)
On Your Toes Ensemble (1952)
Vocals
On Your Toes Orchestra (1952)
On Your Toes Orchestra (1952)
Performer
Lehman Engel
Lehman Engel
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Rodgers
Richard Rodgers
Composer
Oscar Hammerstein II
Oscar Hammerstein II
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goddard Lieberson
Goddard Lieberson
Producer

Songtexte

See the pretty apple, top of the tree
The higher up, the sweeter it grows
Picking fruit you've gotta be
Up on your toes
See the pretty penthouse, top of the roof
The higher up, the higher rent goes
Get that dough, don't be a goof
Up on your toes
They climb the clouds
To come through with airmail
The dancing crowds
Look up to some rare male
Like that Astaire male
See the pretty lady, top of the crop
You wanna know the way the wind blows?
Then, my boy, you'd better hop
Up on your toes
Up on your toes
Mother told me
There's no use asking why
He loves she and she loves he
The heart is quicker than the eye
Mother warned me
That fair play doesn't apply
Turn your back and love goes whack
The heart is quicker than the eye
Love can kill you off, baby
Faster than "Flit"
It finds its mark
And toots, you're it
Mother told me
"Your looks don't rate so high"
Don't you mind for love is blind
The heart is quicker than the eye
It's gotta be love
It couldn't be tonsillitis (Oh no)
It feels like neuritis (Mmm hmm)
But nevertheless it's love
Don't tell me the pickles and pie à la mode
They served me
Unnerved me
And made my heart a broken-down pump
It's gotta be love
It isn't the morning after
That makes every rafter
Go spinning around above
I'm sure that it's fatal, or why do I get
That sinking feeling?
I think that I'm gone
But nevertheless it's only love
Up on your toes
Up on your toes!
Written by: Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers
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