Charles Aznavour - Happy Anniversary lyrics
[Charles Aznavour - Happy Anniversary lyrics]
I've been ready for hours and
I'm wearing my best
Ordered champagne and flowers and
You're not even dressed
Tonight's a special night to
Remember with pride
These twenty happy years since
You became my bride it is all too absurd
You're so cross and abrupt
But I don't say a word
Or you're bound to erupt
Your peculiar moods I've experienced before
So I'll pour another drink and
Quietly pace the floor
It's a quarter to eight as we fretfully wait
For your little black dress
That was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck
When we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire
To let us mortals down
I have seats for a show
And it's opening night
My shoes do not fit me and
My suit is too tight
And you sit there and curse
An occasional curse and I've got a headache
That's quickly getting worse
Happy anniversary, happy anniversary
They deliver your frock
But you're still in distress
It was past nine o clock
When I helped you to dress
I tried to do you up, but, it wasn't my day
For then to fill my cup
Your zipper stuck half way
I got all in a sweat, over anxious and vexed
Will I ever forget
The thing that happened next
Your dress just came apart
With one terrible tear
Your disappointed cries
Were more than I could bear
At eleven at last, when we got into town
We arrived at the show
But the curtain was down
I suggested a bite no, no you wanted to walk
You had no appetite and no desire to talk
So we strolled for an hour
And the evening was sweet
And I bought you a flower
From a man in the street
And we kissed on the sidewalk
Without reason or rhyme
And we knew that our love
Is must stronger than time
Happy anniversary, happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
I'm wearing my best
Ordered champagne and flowers and
You're not even dressed
Tonight's a special night to
Remember with pride
These twenty happy years since
You became my bride it is all too absurd
You're so cross and abrupt
But I don't say a word
Or you're bound to erupt
Your peculiar moods I've experienced before
So I'll pour another drink and
Quietly pace the floor
It's a quarter to eight as we fretfully wait
For your little black dress
That was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck
When we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire
To let us mortals down
I have seats for a show
And it's opening night
My shoes do not fit me and
My suit is too tight
And you sit there and curse
An occasional curse and I've got a headache
That's quickly getting worse
Happy anniversary, happy anniversary
They deliver your frock
But you're still in distress
It was past nine o clock
When I helped you to dress
I tried to do you up, but, it wasn't my day
For then to fill my cup
Your zipper stuck half way
I got all in a sweat, over anxious and vexed
Will I ever forget
The thing that happened next
Your dress just came apart
With one terrible tear
Your disappointed cries
Were more than I could bear
At eleven at last, when we got into town
We arrived at the show
But the curtain was down
I suggested a bite no, no you wanted to walk
You had no appetite and no desire to talk
So we strolled for an hour
And the evening was sweet
And I bought you a flower
From a man in the street
And we kissed on the sidewalk
Without reason or rhyme
And we knew that our love
Is must stronger than time
Happy anniversary, happy anniversary
Happy anniversary