PAPA LOVES MAMA
(Moutet / Chabrier / Roberts)

as recorded by Joan Regan
1960


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Listen well while I tell you a story
Of a boy and a girl in the spring,
As the first flower burst into glory
And I heard every bird start to sing.

Papa, he loves mama,
Mama, she loves papa,
Papa, he loves mama,
Mama, she loves papa.

In a church far away from the city,
On a morning in May they were wed,
And the bride's starry eyes looked so pretty,
That the world, looking on, smiled and said -

Papa, he loves mama,
Mama, she loves papa,
Papa, he loves mama,
Mama, she loves papa.

Just a year from the day they were married
Came a gift from the girl to the boy.
Looking proud as a queen as she carried
Such a wonderful bundle of joy!

Papa, he loves mama,
Mama, she loves papa,
Papa, he loves mama,
Mama, she loves papa.

La-la, la-la-la-la,
La-la, la-la-la-la,
La-la, la-la-la-la,
La-la, la-la-la-la.




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - May 2017)