歌曲名 The Pipes Of Pan 歌手名 Danny Kaye+Nelson Riddle

作词：佚名

作曲：Saul I Chaplin+Johnny Mercer

No no no no no

I mean the astral alien

The creature bacchanalian

No good Episcopalian

Believes in

It Pan

It who

Why Pan

Oh Pan

He was half a quadruped and half a man

He was mischievous and naughty

And your troubles all began

When you first heard the Pipes of Pan

Not Zeus

Nor Thor

Though they made the lightning flash and thunder roar

If you journeyed all the way

From Madagascar to Japan

You would not find the likes of Pan

The goddess Aphrodite

She seldom wore a nightie

One may be high and mighty

But that simply isn done

What made Medusa horrid

The snakes upon her forehead

Right her countenance grew florid

When they wriggled in the sun

But Pan

Ah Pan

He was sort of like a bad Samaritan

With his cloven hooves and pointed ears

He simply had no time for tears

He had to lead his gypsy caravan

What a man

Uh ah ah

Half a man

Was Pan

Please sir what other gods were there

Let me see

Achilles and Adonis and Apollo and Aurora

Are among the ones I might possibly bring to your attention

Calypso and Cassandra and Pygmalion and Pandora

Now just for amusement sake

Let see how many others we can mention

Echo

Right

Ceres

Vulcan

And his mighty forge

Galatea

So there was

Calliope

By George

Jupiter

His name was Zeus

Minerva was his daughter

And Gemini

And Pluto

He was famous for his water

And Neptune

And Ulysses

And the Titans and the rest

I know

But who possessed the magic pipes

That no one else possessed

His name

Yes yes

Was Pan

Good guess

He could neigh and he could whinny when he ran

And he played a sort of cross

Between a schottische and pavane

When he played on the Pipes of Pan

Fair Echo was the maiden

Whose charms were heavy laden

He loved to serenade in

Hopes that someday they would wed

But she preferred Narcissus

And longed to be his missus

Till his analysises

Found he loved himself instead

Oh his analysises found he loved himself instead

Dear Pan

Dear Pan

Sweet Pan

Sweet Pan

So we leave him in the fields Olympian

Goodbye Pan

And some April when he passes

We will see the waving grasses

And a set of cloven hoofprints where he ran

Where we walk

And we hear

Loud and clear

The Pipes of Pan