( Get Your Kicks On ) Route 66 — текст песни (Perry Como)

Mister . . . you may . . . have travelled near or far,
But you haven`t seen the country,
`Till you`ve seen the country by car!

Mister . . . may I . . . recommend a royal route?
It starts in Illinois, let me tell you boy!
If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway, that`s the best!
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!

It winds from Chicago to L.A.,
More than two thousand miles all the way!
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!

Now, you go through St. Louis, Joplin, Missouri,
And Oklahoma City is a mighty purdy!
You`ll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona, don`t forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino!

Won`t you get hip to this timely tip,
When you make that California trip?
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!

Springfield, Illinois . . . Springfield, Missouri too!
Seven states, count `em, seven,
Spread out in front of you!

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You`ll like the aroma, of Tulsa, Oklahoma,
Albuquerque and Tucumcari, make New Mexico extraordinary!
You`ll wanna own a piece of Arizona,
Needles, Essex, Amboy, Azusa,
No one in sunny Cal is a loser . . .

So . . . get hip to this timely tip,
When you make that California trip!
If any Joe . . . tells you to go . . . some other way,
Say nix!
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!