We Open in Venice

A troupe of strolling players are we
Not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we
But just a simple band, who roams about the land
Dispensing folderol frivolity

Mere folks who give distraction are we
No, Theater Guild attraction are we (oh shut up Sam)
But just a crazy group
That never ceases to troop
Around a map of little Italy
Well here we go, back to the home country again

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lots of laughs in Cremona, hoy boy
Our next jump in Parma
That dopey, mopey menace
Then Mantua then Padua
Then we open again
Where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lots of bars in Cremona!
Our next jump in Parma
That beer-less, cheerless menace
Then Mantua then Padua
Then we open again!
Where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lots of money in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma
That dingy's, mingie menace
Then Mantua then Padua
And we open again
Where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lots of quail in Cremona, ha!
Our next jump in Parma
That heartless, artless menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again
Where?

(Oh) well let me see now, (now)
I got a map, let's pick out someplace
Yeah, well just don't take it too far down the line there
Oh, well let's take the first canyon outta here!
Matter of fact, if we hurry we can beat the tab (yeah!)
Cause the chef's out there waiting for us (yes, get out)
Goodbye boys, (get out, get out, get out, get out)