Вершы: Manhattan Transfer. Live. Meet Benny Bailey.

Music by Quincy Jones
Lyrics by Jon Hendricks

Let me introduce you
I've heard that boredom's entered your life
And you're feelin' real low
Have you met Benny Bailey?
Well he's a fella that you should know

They tell me lassitude's has laid you low
An' you're losin' your grip
you must meet Benny Bailey
At least he's somebody who is hip

To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit
It's part o' the joie de vie
And his attention, I'm loathe to mention
Is, incident'ly, available

And so if providence should decree (Background Vocals: Once you've met)
Who'll stand in the way (You won't forget)
So you'll meet Benny Bailey (No stuff)
And you'll remember your lucky day (Benny's tough)
(Repeat 1,2,3)

This could be your lucky day
Incident'ly, he's the sort
Tho' seen at court
Carries an awful lotta weight
In many less royal quarters
Filled with less than regal daughters
Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every
Filly'll know because they find his (Background Vocals: Meet this cat)
Reputation wherever they go (He's where it's at)
Whether it's here (That's right, outta sight)
Or whether it's in another boudoir (Benny Bailey)
Whee!
He's such a scandal, really (He's no slouch)
T' handle him demands a savoir fairer (For this I'll vouch)
And a great indulgence rarer (He's cool, he's no fool)
Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene
But never mind, I'll explain it later
The fact is that he's always ready to please
And that's aroused a lot o'chatter
But it really doesn't matter, not to him
No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea
He's gotta be maitre'd
Or so it seems to me
Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin'

To cure an ennui
You need a bon nuit
It's part of the joie de vie

He's the kind o'cat people hear about
But in a second-handed way
That there's nothing really clear about

Let me introduce you
I've heard that boredom's entered your life
And you're feelin' real low
Have you met Benny Bailey?
Well he's a fella that you should know

They tell me lassitude's has laid you low
An' you're losin' your grip
you must meet Benny Bailey
At least he's somebody who is hip

We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey
I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you