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  • Musicals – Chess – 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!