Merano Lyrics

Citizens of Merano:
Oh, light the heart
That lingers in Merano.
Merano! The spa no
Connoisseur of spas
Would miss. So healthy,
Highly recommended,
Is this sweet metropolis. Mental and physical bliss.

The gods have smiled,
And blessed is Merano.
Merano! There are no
Fitter burghers to be found. Such vigor!
Take the time to taste us--
We'll give you a welcome
That's typically Tyrol
For then we are sure
Of our ground.
Right now we're Italian--
We used to be German,
The border keeps Mayor of Merano:
Shifting around. Speaking as one of the patriarchs,
I don't mind taking your lira or marks.
Oh, I get high when
I saunter by
The mountains of Merano.
Rosy-cheeked Merano
Flourishing to a fault.
The sparkling streams,
The bracing air,
The therapeutic salt.
I'd have to be carried away
To call a halt!

Oh, I feel great
In this bouncing state.
All hail to thee, Merano
Hearty hale Merano--

Girls:
[Spoken]
Any objections?

Guys:
[Spoken]
Nein!

Where breathing in
Will turn you on.
Where water tastes like wine.
Get up your get up and go
And get in line!
It's living your life in a show
By Roger and Hammerstein.

Oh, sad the soul Who passes by Merano.
Merano! So far no
Soul has ever passed us by. They love us.
Why not stay forever?
Oh, so many reason why, All those in favor say "Aye"
Aye!

So sing a song.
Let's hear it for Merano.
Merano! Soprano,
Alto, tenor, bass
Agree! We're wholesome.
What a happy haven!
This is a place
Where your arteries soften--
Cholesterol hasn't a chance.
From mountain to valley
The natural goodness Mayor of Merano:
Is fighting pollution's advance. So come to us and feel the force,
All major credit cards taken of course.
Oh, I get high when
I saunter by
The mountains of Merano.
Rosy-cheeked Merano
Flourishing to a fault.
The sparkling streams,
The bracing air,
The therapeutic salt.
I'd have to be carried away
To call a halt!

Once in a while
All the gods will smile
On little old Merano.
Humble, shy Merano
Suddenly hits the press.
And I report with all the pride
And joy that I possess:
Half of the world and his wife
Has our address!
Our little town will be rife
With games of chess!

[Whistling]

Get up your get up and go
And get in line!
It's living your life in a show
By Rogers and Hammerstein!

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