Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon-Narrator

This is a story of the waltzing mouse

His named and Johann and he lived in Vienna

Of the home of Johann Strauss



Each day, as this famous musician played

Little Johanna couldn't resist

Waltzing to the beautiful music



And each day, watching and waiting was the cat



And each day, he would try to catch him

But he would fail

However, this wouldn't failed the cat

Because he know the jungle, when the master played



The mouse would waltz

And the cat would try the game



This is a story of the waltzing mouse

The mouse wouldn't waltz



Why couldn't he, the cat, learn to play?



Poor little Johann

He was under the spell of the beautiful music

But luckily for him

At the moment, who servants wondered who was playing



Amazing

A cat that could play and a mouse that could dance

The May of the butcher boy

The butcher boy the crowd of the square

Now, out of the palace guards overheard

A cat that could play

A mouse that could waltz, good heavens

The only, the mouse a loved

To the palace at once



Wonderful

Sensational

And they lived very happy

As long as the cat played and the mouse danced

But when the cat stopped playing it was

The same old story.