It Ain't Necessarily So Songtext
von Maxine Sullivan
It Ain't Necessarily So Songtext
It ain′t necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
The things that you′re liable
To read in the Bible
It ain't necessarily so
Little David was small, but oh my
Little David was small, but oh my
He fought old Goliath
Who lay down and dieth
Little David was small, but oh my
Zim bam boddle-oo
Hoo lotte wow da
Scatawag, scatawag
Jonah, he lived in the whale
Oh Jonah, he lived in the whale
For he made his home in
That fish's abdomen
Oh Jonah, he lived in the whale
Little Moses was found in a stream
Little Moses was found in a stream
He floated on water
Till old Pharaoh′s daughter
She fished him, she said, from that stream
Zim bam boddle-oo
Hoo lotte wow da
Scatawag, scatawag
It ain′t necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
They tell all you children
The devil′s a villain
It ain't necessarily so
Two bad ends to heaven
Don′t snap for a seven
Live clean, have no faults
For I take that gospel
Whenever it's possible
But with a grain of salt
Methuselah lived nine hundred years
Methuselah lived nine hundred years
But who calls that living
When no gal will give in
To no man what′s nine hundred years
I'm preaching this sermon to show
It ain't nessa, ain′t nessa
Ain′t nessa, ain't nessa
Ain′t necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
The things that you′re liable
To read in the Bible
It ain't necessarily so
Little David was small, but oh my
Little David was small, but oh my
He fought old Goliath
Who lay down and dieth
Little David was small, but oh my
Zim bam boddle-oo
Hoo lotte wow da
Scatawag, scatawag
Jonah, he lived in the whale
Oh Jonah, he lived in the whale
For he made his home in
That fish's abdomen
Oh Jonah, he lived in the whale
Little Moses was found in a stream
Little Moses was found in a stream
He floated on water
Till old Pharaoh′s daughter
She fished him, she said, from that stream
Zim bam boddle-oo
Hoo lotte wow da
Scatawag, scatawag
It ain′t necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
They tell all you children
The devil′s a villain
It ain't necessarily so
Two bad ends to heaven
Don′t snap for a seven
Live clean, have no faults
For I take that gospel
Whenever it's possible
But with a grain of salt
Methuselah lived nine hundred years
Methuselah lived nine hundred years
But who calls that living
When no gal will give in
To no man what′s nine hundred years
I'm preaching this sermon to show
It ain't nessa, ain′t nessa
Ain′t nessa, ain't nessa
Ain′t necessarily so
Writer(s): George Gershwin, Roland Bach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

