Lletres:
Chita Rivera

It's good Isn't it grand? Isn't it great? Isn't it swell? Isn't it fun? Isn't it? Nowadays There's men Everywhere jazz, everywhere booze Everywhere life

Whether you are here or yonder Whether you are false or true Whether you remain or wander I'm growing fonder of you Even though your friends forsake

a lazy river, how happy we will be, now Up a lazy river with me [Instrumental break] Up a lazy river by the old mill run That lazy, lazy river in the

drinks with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling down to an indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone looking for his buffalo river