Songteksten van de liedjes uit de Film

Music: Frank Churchill                                                                                        
Lyrics: Larry Morey                                                                                            
Performed by: Adriana Caselotti (Snow White)

                         Harry Stockwell (Prince and Dwarfs)

SOME DAY MY PRINCE WILL COME                                                                                
Some day my prince will come come  

And away to his castle we'll go 

To be happy forever I know 

Some day when spring is here             

We'll find our love anew  

And the birds will sing

                                                 And wedding bells will ring

                                                 Some day when my dreams come true

                                                                         HEIGH HO

                                                                        We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in our mine the whole day throug 

                                                                        To dig dig dig dig dig dig dig is what we really like to do
                                                                        It ain't no trick to get rich quick
                                                                        If you dig dig dig with a shovel or a pick

                                                                        In a mine! In a mine! In a mine! In a                                                                            mine!
                                                                        Where a million diamonds shine!

                                                                        We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig from early                                                                         morn till night
                                                                        We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig up everything in sight

                                                                        We dig up diamonds by the score
                                                                        A thousand rubies, sometimes more   
                                                                        But we don't know what we dig 'em fo

                                                                        We dig dig dig a-dig dig 

                                                                        Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
                           Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
                           Heigh-ho

                           Chorus

                           Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
                           It's home from work we go
            

                                                                        Whistle
                                               

                                                                        Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho

                                                                        Chorus
                                             

                                                                        Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho  

                                                                        Whistle
                                                        

                                                                        Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho 
                                                                        Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho 
                                                                        Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho 
                                                                        Heigh-ho  

                                                                        Chorus three times

                                                                         Heigh-ho (until fade)

                                                                                                                                                                    
BLUDDLE-UDDLE-UM-DUM 

(THE WASHING SONG)

 

Step up to the tub
It ain't no disgrace
Just pull up your sleeves
And get up in place
Then scoop up the water
And rub it on your face
An' go blud-dle-ud-dle-ud-dle
Ud-dle-um-dum

Pick up the soap
Now don't try to to bluff
Work up a lather
An' when ya got enough
                                                                                                      Get your hands full of water 

                                                                                                       Ya snort an ya snuff 

                                                                                                      An' go blud-dle-ud-dle-ud-dle
                                                                                                      Ud-dle-um-dum                             
                   

Ya douse an souse               
Ya rub and scrub                 
Ya sputter and                      

splash all over the tub           
You may be cold                   

and wet when your done      
But ya gotta admit it's            

good clean fun                     
splash all ya like                    

 It ain't any trick                     

ONE SONG                                           As soon as your through  

    

One Song                                                 You'll feel mighty slick
I have but one song                                   Bunch of old nanny goats
One song                                                  Ya make me sick, goin'
Only for you                                             An' go blud-dle-ud-dle-ud-dle
                                                                Ud-dle-um-dum    

One heart 

Tenderly beating                                       It can't be denied
Ever entreating                                         That he'll look mighty cute
Constant and true                                     As soon as he's dried
                                                               Well it's good for the soul 
One love                                                 And it's good for the hide
That has possessed me                            To go blud-dle-ud-dle-ud-dle
One love                                                 Ud-dle-um-dum  
 Thrilling me through                                     
                             

One song
My heart keeps singing   
Of one love
Only for you 

WITH A SMILE AND A SONG

With a smile and a song
Life is just a bright sunny day
Your cares fade away
And your heart is young

With a smile and a song
All the world seems to waken anew  
Rejoicing with you
As the song is sung

There's no use in grumbling                                                     THE SILLY SONG         

When the raindrops come tumbling                                                                           
Remember, you're the one                                                       Yodel
Who can fill the world with sunshine                                         Ho-la-la-ee-ay
                                                                                               Ho-la-la-ee-ay
When you smile and you sing                                                   Ho-la-la-ee-ay-ee-la-ee-ay-ee-lee-ay
Everything is in tune and it's spring                                            Ho-la-la-ee-ay
And life flows along                                                                 Ho-la-la-ee-ay-ee-la-lee-ay-lee-o-lee-ay

With a smile and a song                                                                                                                                                                      Repeat

                                                                                               

                                                                                               Yodel
                                                                                               Ho-la-la-ee-ay
                                                                                               Ho-la-la-ee-ay
                                                                                               Ho-la-la-ee-ay-ee-la-ee-ay-ee-lee-ay
                                                                                               Ho-la-la-ee-ay
                                                                                               Ho-la-la-ee-ay
                                                                                               Ho-la-la-ee-ay-ee-la-lee-ay-lee-o-lee-ay

                                           Repeat
                    

                                           I'd like to dance and tap my feet
                                           But they won't keep in rhythm     

                                           You see, I washed them both today
                                           And I can't do nothing with 'em

                                           Chorus

                                                                           

                                           Ho hum the tune is dumb
                                           The words don't mean a thing

                                           Isn't this a silly song
                                           For anyone to sing?

                                           I chased a polecat up a tree
                                                                                              Way out on upon a limb

MUSIC IN YOUR SOUP                                                    And when he got the best of me
This song was not included in the                                      I got the worst of him
final version of Snow White.
                                                                                              Chorus

With a spoon and a bowl               

With the music in your soul                                                      

You can cheer things up with the zub, zub, zub                         
                                                                                              

With a gulp
With a grin                                                                              
Get a wiggle on your chin
You can make things hum with a zum, zum, zum
Of the music in your soup

Swing that spoon
Gota keep on dippin'
Scoop up that soup
Gotta keep on sippin'
Till the bowl is dry
And your face is drippin'

Let her rip!
Let her roar!
To the first and the second
And the third encore                                                                             

                                                                                     

 

                                    YOU'RE NEVER TOO OLD TO BE YOUNG

                                    

Yodel
Yodel-ay-ee-hoo (etc.)
                                    

Repeat

Chorus
                                   

You're never too old to be young

You're never too old to be young

When you start to lose your figure 

                                    And your hips are gettin' bigger
                                    Your chest may slip  
                                    But don't you fret

                                    No matter how weak your knees may get

                                   
Chorus 

 

Though your teeth are out 

And your whiskers sprout

And your arches give away
You're never too old to be young and gay                                                                         

                                                                                                                I'M WISHING Yodel                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                I'm wishing for the one I love
When ya ain't got any fuzz upon your dome                                               To find me today 

When ya ain't got any fuzz upon your dome                                               I'm hoping 

Why the dickens should you care                                                              And I'm dreaming of

If you ain't got any hair                                                                              The nice things he'll say

'Cuz you never have to use a brush and comb
                                                                                                                                                               Repeat

When you know your legs are gonna give out soon
When you know your legs are gonna give out soon
When your joints begin to squeak

If you practice for a week

You can walk around and play   yourself a tune

Your voice may crack when you try to sing

But you can't be good at everything

Yodel, etc.

Chorus

                    

 

 

 

           

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