The Boy From - Stephen Sondheim, Lucia Spina

Tall and tender, like an Apollo,

He goes walking by, and I have to follow him,

The boy from tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del

sol y cruz.

(«crooth»)

When we meet, I feel I’m on fire

And I’m breathless everytime I enquire,

«How are things in tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la

junta del sol y cruz.»

(«crooth»)

Why, when I speak, does he vanish?

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.

Why is he acting so clannish?

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.

I wish I understood Spanish.

When I tell him I think he’s the end,

He giggles a lot with his friend.

Tall and slender, moves like a dancer,

But I never seem to get any answer

From the boy from Tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta

del sol y cruz.

(«crooth»)

I got the blueth.

Why are his trousers vermillion?

His trousers are vermillion.

Why does he claim he’s Castilian?

He thayth that he’th Cathtilian.

Why do his friends call him Lillian?

And I hear at the end of the week

He’s leaving to start a boutique.

Thought I smile, I’m only pretending

'Cause I know today’s the last i’ll be spending

With the boy from tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta

del sol y cruz.

(«crooth»)

Tomorrow he sails.

He’s moving to wales,

To live in llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyr ndrobullllandysiliogogogoch.