Sophia Loren e Peter Sellers não somente trabalharam juntos no cinema, mas também gravaram algumas canções juntos.
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"Goodness Gracious Me"
(Do filme "The Millionairess")
Compositores: Lee e Kretzmer
Intérpretes: Sophia Loren e Peter Sellers
1960
Letra de "Googness Gracious Me":
Her: Oh doctor, I'm in trouble.
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: For every time a certain man
Is standing next to me.
Him: Mmm?
Her: A flush comes to my face
And my pulse begins to race,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Him: How often does this happen?
When did the trouble start?
You see, my stethoscope is bobbing
To the throbbing of your heart.
Her: What kind of man is he
To create this allergy?
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Him: From New Delhi to Darjeeling
I have done my share of healing,
And I've never yet been beaten or outboxed,
I remember that with one jab
Of my needle in the Punjab
How I cleared up beriberi
And the dreaded dysentery,
But your complaint has got me really foxed.
Her: Oh.
Her: Oh doctor, touch my fingers.
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: You may be very clever
But however, can't you see,
My heart beats much too much
At a certain tender touch,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: I like it!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Him: Can I see your tongue?
Her: Aaah.
Him: Nothing the matter with it, put it away please.
Her: Maybe it's my back.
Him: Maybe it is.
Her: Shall I lie down?
Him: Yes.
Her: Ahhh...
Him: My initial diagnosis
Rules out measles and thrombosis,
Sleeping sickness and, as far as I can tell,
Influenza, inflammation,
Whooping cough and night starvation,
And you'll be so glad to hear
That both your eyeballs are so clear
That I can positively swear that you are well,
Ja-ja, ja-ja-ja-ja.
Her: Put two and two together,
Him: Four,
Her: If you have eyes to see,
The face that makes my pulses race
Is right in front of me.
Him: Oh, there is nothing I can do
For my heart is jumping too.
Both: Oh, we go boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: How audacious!
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: How flirtatious!
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: It is me.
Her: It is you?
Him: Ah, I'm sorry, it is us.
Both: Ahhh!
"I feel in love with an englishman"
Compositor: Leslie Bricusse
Intérpretes: Sophia Loren e Peter Sellers
"Fare thee well"
Compositor: Leslie Bricusse
Intérpretes: Sophia Loren e Peter Sellers
Havia feito "upload" do áudio através do Divshare, mas parou de funcionar... Tentei resolver o problema, mas não consegui, tampouco encontrei a canção no Youtube. Peço-lhes desculpas.
"Bangers and Mash"
Compositores: Lee e Kretzmer
Intérpretes: Sophia Loren e Peter Sellers
1961
Letra de "Bangers and Mash":
Him: I met her down in Napoli and didn't she look great?
And so I brought her back to Blighty just to show me mates,
And though we're married happily I'll tell you furthermore
I haven't had a decent meal since 1944.
Her: Eat your minestrone, Joe.
Him: That's all you ever say.
Her: Eat your macaroni, Joe.
Him: Ever blinking day.
Her: No wonder you're so bony, Joe, and skinny as a rake.
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make.
Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Minestrone,
Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Macaroni,
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make.
Her: Eat your tagliatelle, Joe.
Him: That's all I've heard for years.
Her: Eat your vermicelli, Joe.
Him: It's coming out me ears!
Her: You've got to fill your belly, Joe, Joe for heaven's sake!
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make.
Her: Well alright!
Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Tagliatelle,
Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Vermicelli,
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make.
Reporter: [Spoken] 1943. Allied forces land in Italy.
Him: There's a smashing-looking bird over there, Bert. I think she's showing out there.
Bert: [Camp] Well why don't you chat her up, then?
Him: Right. Bon-gorno, sig-noreena there. Here, are you married?
Her: Drop-a dead-a.
Him: There you are, you can't have a fairer answer than that, can you?
Her: I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking,
He wined me and he dined me every night.
He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking,
But since he's married me it seems he's lost his appetite.
Him: Eat-a your tagliatelle, Soph.
Her: That's all you ever say.
Him: Eat-a your vermicelli, Soph.
Her: Ooh! Every blooming day.
Him: You've-a got to fill your belly, Soph, Soph for heaven's sake!
Her: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash your mother used to make.
Him: Bangers and-a mash,
Her: Minestrone,
Him: Bangers and-a mash,
Her: Macaroni,
Him: Give me a bash with (she laughs uncontrollably) the banger and the mash like the same one that your mother was — what are you laughing at now? Now, this is miserable, please!
Her: Joe?
Him: Yes?
Her: Why don't you belt up, or I'll give you a punch up the throat!
Him: Now she's-a tells me. Ha! Mamma mia!
