作词 : Cynthia Weil 作曲 : James Horner/Barry Mann (Papa Mousekewitz) Won't it be nice when we get to America? In America there are no cats! But back home in mother Russia... Aaah... Our family was travelling through the snow to Minsk Suddenly Papa saw those huge paw prints When I heard him screaming I fainted dead away And I woke up an orphan Oy vay. But... but? (Chorus) But there are no cats in America And the streets are paved with cheese Oh there are no cats in America So set your mind at ease (Italian Mouse) You think a-things were a-bad in a-Russia You should a-see things in a-my country! Times were hard in Sicily we had a-no provolone The Don he was a tabby with a taste for my brother Tony When Mama went to plead a-for him the Don said he would see her We found her rosary on the ground Poor mama mia. But... (Chorus) But there are no cats in America And the streets are paved with cheese Oh there are no cats in America So set your mind at ease (Irish Mouse) Sure, that's sad, but sadder still... When I was but a lad I lost my true love fair A calico, he caught us by surprise In a flash of teeth and fur her tail was all he left of her 'Neath a heather is where Tura Lura lies. But... (Chorus) But there are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) And the streets are paved with cheese Oh there are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) There are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) That's why we sail these seas!
作词 : Cynthia Weil 作曲 : James Horner/Barry Mann (Papa Mousekewitz) Won't it be nice when we get to America? In America there are no cats! But back home in mother Russia... Aaah... Our family was travelling through the snow to Minsk Suddenly Papa saw those huge paw prints When I heard him screaming I fainted dead away And I woke up an orphan Oy vay. But... but? (Chorus) But there are no cats in America And the streets are paved with cheese Oh there are no cats in America So set your mind at ease (Italian Mouse) You think a-things were a-bad in a-Russia You should a-see things in a-my country! Times were hard in Sicily we had a-no provolone The Don he was a tabby with a taste for my brother Tony When Mama went to plead a-for him the Don said he would see her We found her rosary on the ground Poor mama mia. But... (Chorus) But there are no cats in America And the streets are paved with cheese Oh there are no cats in America So set your mind at ease (Irish Mouse) Sure, that's sad, but sadder still... When I was but a lad I lost my true love fair A calico, he caught us by surprise In a flash of teeth and fur her tail was all he left of her 'Neath a heather is where Tura Lura lies. But... (Chorus) But there are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) And the streets are paved with cheese Oh there are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) There are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) That's why we sail these seas!
