It’s been all steam ahead today! I spent the afternoon showing a certain someone the posts from other bloggers in today’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY. He loved it!!! Oh my goodness. It is impossible to restrain him!
I was absolutely adamant that he is not allowed to create a WordPress account just so he can like and comment on all the other SONG-LYRIC-POSTS. I am super scared of how indiscreet he has always been with social media. He is such a kid with his phone!
We had lots of fun this weekend. It’s really good. A month ago, I could never have imagined it. Life is so crackers sometimes isn’t it!!!
I have been waiting to see all of the songs featured by everyone who takes part today. I had yet another song choice up my sleeve. But I wanted to wait to see if it had been featured by anyone else. Well…it doesn’t look like it so far. So I am going for it! I am not going to post a fourth though. That really would be too much!
He and me had a dance together to this song earlier today, “Cuanto Le Gusta” from the iconic Carmen Miranda. Did I ever tell you about how I had to tour performing this song with three other women? It was a charity thing! We were very popular. Thank goodness he doesn’t have the video from that act…yet! I would not put him past it to seek it out. I still have the fruity hat we had made! I have two versions for you to enjoy, neither of which am I in!
As I am sure you all know by now, Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: TRAIN SONGS…and I didn’t want to leave this one out! Sunday nights should always finish with a little party- don’t you think!!
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
We gotta get goin’, where are we goin’, what are we gonna do?
We’re on our way to somewhere, the three of us and you
What’ll we see there, who will be there, what’ll be the big surprise?
There may be caballeros with dark and flashing eyes
We’re on our way (we’re on our way)
Pack up your pack (pack up your pack)
And if we stay (and if we stay)
We won’t come back (we won’t come back)
How can we go, we haven’t got a dime?
But we’re goin’ and we’re gonna have a happy time
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
Now someone said they’d just come back from somewhere
A friend of mine that I don’t even know
He said there’s lots of fun if we can get there
If that’s the case, that’s the place, the place we want to go
We gotta get goin’, where we’re goin’, what are we gonna do?
We’re on our way to somewhere, the three of us and you
What’ll we see there, who will be there, what’ll be the big surprise?
There may be caballeros with dark and flashing eyes
I’ll take the train (I’ll take the train)
You take a boat (well I take the boat)
I’ll take a plane (I’ll take the plane)
You ride the goat (well I ride the goat)
Oh, we don’t care, we’ll either walk or climb
But we’ll get there and we’re gonna have a happy time
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
Someone said he just came back from somewhere
And picked a few petunias in the snow
He told me that it’s very close to nowhere
If that’s the case, that’s the place, the place we want to go
We gotta get goin’, where we’re goin’, what are we gonna see?
We’re off to see somebody who’s on his way to me
Gonna go my way, you go your way, wanna make a little bet?
We’ll all meet in the country, they haven’t found us yet
We’re on our way (we’re on our way)
Pack up your pack (pack up your pack)
And if we stay (and if we stay)
We won’t come back (we won’t come back)
How can we go, we haven’t got a dime?
But we’re goin’ and we’re gonna have a happy time
Yes, we’re goin’ and we’re gonna have a happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
Yes, we’re gonna have a happy time
Written by: Gabriel Ruiz and Ray Gilbert