Here's the words to "Flat in Gay Paree" kwa Rita
Rita: (spoken)
Starlight, nyota bright, I wish I was anyplace but this..
Rita: (singing)
There is a Flat in Gay Paree, salama on a tree-lined avenue, no Cats a la gari on the menu,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
There is a chef of fine cuisine, he is a vegetarian, as he prepares a fine banquet, he says "Rita, you're my beloved pet."
I know a flat where I can nap,
salama on a chair au in the lap,
I won't end up in a recipe,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
Rita: (spoken)
Starlight, nyota bright, I wish I was anyplace but this..
Rita: (singing)
There is a Flat in Gay Paree, salama on a tree-lined avenue, no Cats a la gari on the menu,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
There is a chef of fine cuisine, he is a vegetarian, as he prepares a fine banquet, he says "Rita, you're my beloved pet."
I know a flat where I can nap,
salama on a chair au in the lap,
I won't end up in a recipe,
not in my Flat in Gay Paree.
Rita (singing):
We can take care of ourselves, we're independent, me and you!
We don't need any humans to tell us what to do!
From now on, we're livin' where nobody can get in our way!
Runt (spoken):
And, uh, where is it we'll be living?
Rita (singing):
Monterey!
Runt (spoken)
Oh, that's right, like the cheese!
Rita (singing):
Monterey! Monterey!
It's the California livin' with the sun and surf and we'll never have to give in to another human master again!
It's Cannery Row for chajio, chakula cha jioni and then, we'll sleep on the beach, pwani where the sand is heaped up in piles!
A litterbox of miles!
You'll never have to fetch another slipper again, no zaidi having to pretend to be nice!
We're finally free, from now on, we'll be with the sun and the sand and the thundering seas on the cliffs of the harbor with the Cyprass trees!
And the Fisherman's Wharf is all there
in Monterey!
We can take care of ourselves, we're independent, me and you!
We don't need any humans to tell us what to do!
From now on, we're livin' where nobody can get in our way!
Runt (spoken):
And, uh, where is it we'll be living?
Rita (singing):
Monterey!
Runt (spoken)
Oh, that's right, like the cheese!
Rita (singing):
Monterey! Monterey!
It's the California livin' with the sun and surf and we'll never have to give in to another human master again!
It's Cannery Row for chajio, chakula cha jioni and then, we'll sleep on the beach, pwani where the sand is heaped up in piles!
A litterbox of miles!
You'll never have to fetch another slipper again, no zaidi having to pretend to be nice!
We're finally free, from now on, we'll be with the sun and the sand and the thundering seas on the cliffs of the harbor with the Cyprass trees!
And the Fisherman's Wharf is all there
in Monterey!