Le meilleur de la musique en parole !

By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin´ eastward to the sea
There´s a Burma broad a´settin´ and I know she thinks of
me
For the wind is in those palm trees and the temple bells,
they say
"Come you back, you British soldier"
"Come you back to Mandalay"
"Come you back to Mandalay"

"Come you back to Mandalay where the old flotilla lay"
"Can´t ya hear their paddles chunkin´ from Rangoon to
Mandalay?"
On the road to Mandalay where the flyin´ fishes play
And the dawn comes up like thunder out of China ´cross the
bay

Ship me somewhere east of Suez where the best is like the
worst
Where there ain´t no Ten Commandments and a cat can raise a
thirst
´cause those crazy bells are callin´ and it´s there that
I would be
By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin´ lazy at the sea
Lookin´ lazy at the sea

"Come you back to Mandalay where the old flotilla lay"
"Can´t ya hear their paddles chunkin´ from Rangoon to
Mandalay?"
On the road to Mandalay where the flyin´ fishes play
And the dawn comes up like thunder...