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A Baker's Dozen of Greek Folk Songs - The Two Yannis

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A Baker's Dozen of Greek Folk Songs - "The Two Yannis"
Music by Constantine A. Lignos - Lyrics by Polly Hope
Performed by
F. M. Lynch - Soprano, L. Nolan - Soprano, J. Gavin - Tenor, N. Ashworth - Clarinet, S. Stanzeleit - Violin, M. Christie - Cello, Chr. Georgiades - Piano
Conducted by
Malcom Singer
THE TWO YANNIS
Yannis Click Click takes photos,
of frolicking foreigners,
as they come rolling,
astride wee donkeys.
It's their thighs that fill the pictures.
Click, click, with one arm only,
dynamite had the other.
No fish got away.
His stump does the click.
The barber develops the film.
Last week our Yannis Click Click,
near the bank, snapped his last pic.
A fierce heart attack,
on the darkroom steps.
Now who will collect his life's work?
Yannis Ring Ring does the phones;
international too he says.
You rarely get through,
no matter to who,
you dial 'till, your finger goes numb.
All summer they shout at him
In many Eurolingos.
Yannis is patient,
as he watches you
melt, cry and fry in the phone box.
Yannis Ring Ring sits alone,
all his world is humming lines.
In winter the phones
quite simply don't work.
He's in Oxford Street with his kids.
A Baker's Dozen of Greek Folk Songs - "The Two Yannis"
Music by Constantine A. Lignos - Lyrics by Polly Hope
Performed by
F. M. Lynch - Soprano, L. Nolan - Soprano, J. Gavin - Tenor, N. Ashworth - Clarinet, S. Stanzeleit - Violin, M. Christie - Cello, Chr. Georgiades - Piano
Conducted by
Malcom Singer
THE TWO YANNIS
Yannis Click Click takes photos,
of frolicking foreigners,
as they come rolling,
astride wee donkeys.
It's their thighs that fill the pictures.
Click, click, with one arm only,
dynamite had the other.
No fish got away.
His stump does the click.
The barber develops the film.
Last week our Yannis Click Click,
near the bank, snapped his last pic.
A fierce heart attack,
on the darkroom steps.
Now who will collect his life's work?
Yannis Ring Ring does the phones;
international too he says.
You rarely get through,
no matter to who,
you dial 'till, your finger goes numb.
All summer they shout at him
In many Eurolingos.
Yannis is patient,
as he watches you
melt, cry and fry in the phone box.
Yannis Ring Ring sits alone,
all his world is humming lines.
In winter the phones
quite simply don't work.
He's in Oxford Street with his kids.
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