Triplets lyrics – as performed by Fred Astaire, Nanette Fabray, Jack Buchanan in The Band Wagon
Three little unexpected children simultaneously
The doctor bought us in you can see
That we’ll be three forever and E, I, O
You wouldn’t know how agonizing being triplets can be
Each one is individually the victim of that clinical day E, I, O
Every summer we go away to Baden-Baden-Baden
Every winter we come back home to Walla-Walla-Walla
We do everything alike, we look alike, we dress alike
We walk alike, we talk alike and what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We’re sick of jokes about what an art it is to tell us apart
If one of us gets the measles
Then another one gets the measles
Then all of gets the measles and mumps and croup
How I wish I had a gun, a widdle gun
It would be fun to shoot the other two and only be one
Mrs. Wifflepoofer loves to talk to Mrs. Hildendorfer
Of the fatal natal day she had her Silly Willy
Mrs. Hossenkupel loves to talk to Mrs. Goldenwasser
Of her major operation when she had her twins
But when Mother comes along she silences the others
She accomplished something that is very rare in Mothers
MGM has got a Leo but Mama has got her trio
She is proud and says three is a crowd, Oh!
We do everything alike, we look alike, we dress alike
We walk alike, we talk alike and what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We’re sick of jokes on what an art it is to tell us apart
We eat the same kind of vittles
We drink the same kind of bottles
We sit in the same kind of high chair, high chair, high chair
I wish I had a gun, a widdle gun
It would be fun to shoot the other two and only be one