Oh, Happy We lyrics
Oh, Happy WeCANDIDE
Soon, when we feel we can afford it,
We'll build a modest little farm.
We'll buy a yacht and live aboard it,
Rolling in luxury and stylish charm.
Cows and chickens.
Peas and cabbage.
Ropes of pearls.
Soon there'll be little ones beside us;
We'll have a sweet Westphalian home.
Somehow we'll grow as rich as Midas;
We'll live in Paris when we're not in Rome.
Oh, won't my robes of silk and satin
Be chic! I'll have all that I desire.
Pangloss will tutor us in Latin
And Greek, while we sit before the fire.
We'll round the world enjoying high life,
All bubbly pink champagne and gold.
We'll lead a rustic and a shy life,
Feeding the pigs and sweetly growing old.
Breast of peacock.
I love marriage.
So do I.
Oh, happy pair!
Oh, happy we!
It's very rare
How we agree.
The Baron and his (family are outraged. Candide is an
illegitimate cousin, a social inferior How dare he embrace the
daughter of a Westphlian Baron? He is brutally expelled
from Schloss Thunder-ten-Tronck and wanders alone - with
only his optimism to cling to.
Last Update: June, 10th 2013