Singin' in the Rain!

SÅ ja. Lapparna gånger tusen till flickorna är färdigskrivna. Låten är färdigvald. Det här kan nog bli riktigt bra ändå! Dock vet jag att jag kommer stirra som en gnu de sista dagarna innan uppvisningen. Varför är det alltid så? Man har världens tid på sig men gör allting ändå i sista stund. Så typiskt! I vilket fall som helst så kör vi igång på måndag där jag tar täten med mina fyra- /femåringar. Sedan kör jag vidare med mina nio- /tioåringar och avslutar med mig själv dansandes! Fyra till halv tio är väl lite lagom att befinna sig i studion... Flört! Men som jag längtar!

Dagen idag kommer inte bli allt för ansträngande. Jag ska ta mig in till stan ikväll för ett besök på Friskis, annars händer det inte mycket. Fångarna på fortet verkade dock vara en succé, i alla fall om man ser till alla statusuppdateringar på Facebook. Det är ju numera där man får reda på all information om vad som händer i omvärlden. Så jag får väl bänka mig framför TV:n ikväll o avgöra om det verkligen är så bra som alla säger! BOOM!

He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam
The Captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot
He blows it eight to the bar - in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar
Is playin' with 'im
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
He's as busy as a bzz bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

Toot toot toot, toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada, toot toot
He blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note
If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes them up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays
When someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

Da-da, da-do-da-da
Da-da, da-do-da-da
Da-da, da-do-da-da
Da-da, da-do-da
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B