Paroles - Le rêve de Joe dans La ballade des Dalton
We’re like the fingers of your hand, sticking together like a brother should.
Without each other we never could, it’s understood, be the handsome brothers known as Daltons.
Dancing like feathers on a string, witty and charming and so very chic. You have to admit that no one could be so neat as the famous Dalton boys.
Oh, oh nothing is finer than a bank, bank, bank.
Nothing is safer than a master safe. You can
bet your sweet life your dollars will be all right
If you only trust a bank.
Anvil. Big splat.
Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain.
What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again.
I’m laughing at clouds so dark up above.
The sun’s in my eyes. I’m ready for love.
Shooting guns, shooting guns, shooting all the way
So much fun to hear the guns
Shooting come what may.
Dancing like feathers on a string, witty and charming and so very chic. You have to admit that no one could be so neat.
I’m such a stranger in the night.
Searching for you and longing for your touch.
When will I hold you close in my arms
Feeling your heart touching mine?