Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Chase
Performer
John Beal
Bass
Roger Shell
Cello
Sylvia d'Avanzo
Violin
Paul Gemignani
Conductor
Paul Pizzuti
Drums
Judy Lee
French Horn
Justin Rothberg
Guitar
Mark Mitchell
Keyboards
Michael Starobin
Orchestra
Ned Paul Ginsburg
Orchestra
Donald McGeen
Reeds
Eric Weidman
Reeds
GREG THYMIUS
Reeds
JULIE PACHECO
Reeds
Bruce Eidem
Trombone
Dominic Derasse
Trumpet
Richard Brice
Viola
Robert Zubrycki
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Porter
Composer
KATHARINE EDMONDS
Copyist
Larry Hochman
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Chevere
Assistant Engineer
Carlos Mora
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Soares
Assistant Engineer
Neal Shaw
Editing Engineer
Ryan Smith
Mastering Engineer
Lawrence Manchester
Mixing Engineer
Jill Dell'Abate
Producer
Lyrics
(Verse)
Since I reached the charming age of puberty
And began to think of feminine curls
Like a show that's typically Shuberty
I have always had a multitude of girls
But now that a married man at last am I
How aware of my dear departed past am I
(Chorus 1)
Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead!
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind!
A married life may all be well
But raising an heir
Could never compare
With raising a bit of hell
So I repeat what first I said
Where is the life that late I...
(Bridge 1)
In dear Milano, where are you Momo?
Still selling those pictures
Of the Scriptures
In the Duomo?
And Carolina, where are you, 'lina?
Still peddling your pizza
In the streets-a
Taormina?
And in Firenze, where are you Alice?
Still there in your pretty
Itty-bitty pity
Palace?
And sweet Lucretia, so young and gay
What scandalous doings
In the ruins
Of Pompeii
(Chorus 2)
Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead!
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind!
The marriage game is quite all right
Yes during the day
It's easy to play
But oh what a bore at night
So I repeat what first I said
Where is the life that late I...
(Bridge 2)
Where is Rebecca? My Becky-wecky-oh
Could still she be cruising
That amusing
Ponte Vecchio?
Where is Fedora, the wild virago?
It's lucky I missed her
Gangster sister
From Chicago
Where is Venetia, who loved to chat so?
Could still she be drinking
In her stinking
Pink palazzo?
And lovely Lisa, where are you Lisa?
You gave a new meaning
To the Leaning
Tower of Pisa
(Chorus 3)
Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead!
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind!
I've oft been told of nuptial bliss
But what do you do
At quarter to two
With only a shrew to kiss?
So I repeat what first I said
Where is the life that late I led
Written by: Cole Porter