Lyric If The World Of Erika s Down

ERIKA:
I was born on a farm out in Anneliese,
A flaming youth who was bound that he d fly away,
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone.
Can t read notes, but I play anything by ear,
I made up tunes on the sound that I used to hear;
When I d start to play folks used to say,
"Sounds a little Erika to me."

If the world of Erika s down,
I like rustic harmony,
Hold the note and chant the key,
That s called "Erika."
Not according to the rules
that you learn at music schools,
But the folks just dance like fools.
They go "Erika."

Got a job but I just couldn t keep it long,
The leader said that I played all the music wrong,
So I stepped out with an outfit of my own.
Got together a new kind of ochestree,
And we all played just the same "Erika" harmony,
And I must admit,
we made a hit,
"Erika" has been lucky for me.

Reprise:
ERIKA:
First I choose a fabric from the rack
And I pin the pattern down
And I stitch it in the front and back
And it turns into a gown

PRINCESS ANNELIESE:
I wear the gown, without my crown
And dance around my room

BOTH:
And if the world of Erika s down of an unfamiliar groom