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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kay Coulter
Kay Coulter
Stimme und Gesang
Bobby Van
Bobby Van
Stimme und Gesang
Joshua Shelley
Joshua Shelley
Stimme und Gesang
Salvatore Dell'Isola
Salvatore Dell'Isola
Dirigent:in
Elaine Stritch
Elaine Stritch
Stimme und Gesang
Jack Williams
Jack Williams
Stimme und Gesang
Vera Zorina
Vera Zorina
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Richard Rodgers
Richard Rodgers
Komponist:in
Lorenz Hart
Lorenz Hart
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ron O’Brien
Produzent:in
Max O. Preeo
Max O. Preeo
Co-Produzent:in

Lyrics

I'd like to orchestrate it myself
I'd start the melody on the piano
Then I'd sneak in a trumpet solo
Then the wire brush, softly
Then the fiddles would have a countermelody, right
Then I'd add the woodwinds
Then the whole band, yeah
And then I'd sing the song
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!
Remember the youth 'mid snow and ice
Who bore the banner with the strange device
"Excelsior!"
Excelsior!
This motto applies to those who dwell
In Richmond Hill or in New Rochelle
In Chelsea or
In Sutton Place
In Sutton Place
You've gotta reach the heights to win the race
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
On your toes!
Written by: Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
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