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Goodness Gracious Me (feat. Rowan Atkinson)

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Her: Oh doctor, I'm in trouble
Him: Well, goodness gracious me
Her: For every time a certain man
Is standing next to me
Him: MM?
Her: A flush comes to my face
And my pulse begins to race
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me

Him: How often does this happen?
When did the trouble start?
You see, my stethoscope is bobbing
To the throbbing of your heart
Her: What kind of man is he
To create this allergy?
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me

Him: From New Delhi to Darjeeling
I have done my share of healing
And I've never yet been beaten or outboxed
I remember that with one jab
Of my needle in the Punjab
How I cleared up beriberi
And the dreaded dysentery
But your complaint has got me really foxed
Her: Oh

Her: Oh doctor, touch my fingers
Him: Well, goodness gracious me
Her: You may be very clever
But however, can't you see
My heart beats much too much
At a certain tender touch
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom
Him: I like it!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me

Him: Can I see your tongue?
Her: AAh
Him: Nothing the matter with it, put it away please
Her: Maybe it's my back
Him: Maybe it is
Her: Shall I lie down?
Him: Yes
Her: Ahh

Him: My initial diagnosis
Rules out measles and thrombosis
Sleeping sickness and, as far as I can tell
Influenza, inflammation
Whooping cough and night starvation
And you'll be so glad to hear
That both your eyeballs are so clear
That I can positively swear that you are well
Ja-ja, ja-ja-ja-ja

Her: Put two and two together
Him: Four
Her: If you have eyes to see
The face that makes my pulses race
Is right in front of me
Him: Oh, there is nothing I can do
For my heart is jumping too
Both: Oh, we go boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom
Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Her: Goodness gracious
Him: How audacious!
Her: Goodness gracious
Him: How flirtatious!
Her: Goodness gracious
Him: It is me
Her: It is you?
Him: Ah, I'm sorry, it is us
Both: Ahh!

Compositor: Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren

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