Представляем точный текст композиции "J. C. Cohen" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Allan Sherman . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «J. C. Cohen» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Allan Sherman передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Allan Sherman - "J. C. Cohen"
Lyrics to J. C. Cohen : Listen, all you children, to my sad refrain, About a subway conductor on a runaway train. Squeezing people into cars, he won his fame. (yeah) And John Charles Cohen was the great mans name. J. C. Cohen, what a great conductor, IRT, thats a subway line, And if you gotta travel uptown, Hes a greater conductor than Leonard Bernstein. Twas on a Sunday in the summer, and from everywhere, People planned to take a subway to the Worlds Fair. A half a million people tried to push and jar, All of them determined to get in one car. But the IRT depended on their finest men. J. C. Cohen could pack a subway like a sardine can. He pushed the people up and back and round about. He squeezed so many in, he squeezed the engineer out. J. C. Cohen, what a great conductor, How hed moan, "Step to the rear." J. C. Cohen, he really had a problem, On a subway train without an engineer. J. C. tried to get into the engineers place, But when he look inside the cab he saw a strange mans face. A half-pint drunk with a full-pint bottle. He emptied out the bottle, and he yelled, "Full throttle!" They passed Columbus Circle doing 82, Couple minutes later they were under Bronx Zoo. J. C. shuddered, and he said, "I guess This used to be a Local, but its now an Express." J. C. Cohen, what a great conductor, Kept his head when everyone was tense. He said, "When we pass the city limits, Everybody pays another fifteen cents." J. C. said, "Were heading north, my friends, But not a man alive knows where the subway ends." The train went under Albany at 90 flat, And Governor Rockefeller hollered, "What was that!'" A lady said to J. C. Cohen with indignation, "If this is Albany, then you have passed my station. So either you should take me back to Fifty-ninth Street, Or ask one of these gentlemen to give me his seat." J. C. Cohen, what a great conductor, J. C. Cohen noticed something odd. When he saw lobsters on the roadbed, He said, "I got a feeling were beneath Cape Cod." Oh well, the train kept speeding to the north, my friends, Finally came to where the tunnel ends. When they came up to the surface from the long, long hole, They were 27 inches from the great North Pole. J. C. hollered, "Everybody out! This is the end of the line, beyond the shadow of a doubt." They went out to get some fresh air, and before they took a whiff, Cohen and all the passengers were frozen stiff. J. C. Cohen, what a great conductor, Bless his soul, he ran out of luck. J. C. Cohen, he was really frozen, And he had to be brought home in a Good Humor truck. When they told Mrs. Cohen that shed lost her man, She said, "Must you interupt me when Im playing Pan'" Then she said to her partner, Mrs. R. J. Rosen, "Cohen was a lovely husband, but hes no good frozen." Then she went to her little boy, and took his hand, And she said, "Im going to take you out to Disneyland. So Melvin, little darling, dont you weep or wail, Cause you got another papa on the monorail." (Got another papa on the monorail.) [ J. C. Cohen Lyrics ]
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