Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is The Place, artist - Ed Helms. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: Gaelic
This Is The Place(original) |
| This is it, this is the place |
| It’s bound to have just what I need |
| I wanna hold it all in one big embrace |
| But first let’s find the stuff to make my thneed |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, now you |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Humming Fish, I love your hums |
| I’ve got a feeling we’ll be chums |
| This pond is perfect, there’s no doubt |
| Excuse me while I rip these out |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Swami-Swans, you fly so high |
| Everywhere I look, you fill the sky |
| I love your graceful neck and your noble breast |
| But the thing that I love most just might be your nest |
| Thank you |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Hey there, Barbaloot |
| You look so cute in your Barbaloot suit |
| Your fur’s so soft, hey, you know what |
| I’m gonna shave a little bit off your Barbaloot butt |
| This is it, these truffula trees |
| All my life I' ve searched for trees, such trees as these |
| The touch of their tufts is softer than silk |
| And they have the sweet smell of butterfly milk |
| Oh, everybody now |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, nah, neh, neh? |
| Eheh, guys? |
| Come on |
| Where’s my back-up chorus? |
| It’s not happening? |
| It’s not happening |
| You guys don’t feel like singing |
| (translation) |
| This is it, this is the place |
| It’s bound to have just what I need |
| I wanna hold it all in one big embrace |
| But first let’s find the stuff to make my thneed |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, now you |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Humming Fish, I love your hums |
| I’ve got a feeling we’ll be chums |
| This pond is perfect, there’s no doubt |
| Excuse me while I rip these out |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Swami-Swans, you fly so high |
| Everywhere I look, you fill the sky |
| I love your graceful neck and your noble breast |
| But the thing that I love most just might be your nest |
| Thank you |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Hey there, Barbaloot |
| You look so cute in your Barbaloot suit |
| Your fur’s so soft, hey, you know what |
| I’m gonna shave a little bit off your Barbaloot butt |
| This is it, these truffula trees |
| All my life I've searched for trees, such trees as these |
| The touch of their tufts is softer than silk |
| And they have the sweet smell of butterfly milk |
| Oh, everybody now |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, nah, neh, neh? |
| Eheh, guys? |
| Come on |
| Where’s my back-up chorus? |
| It’s not happening? |
| It’s not happening |
| You guys don’t feel like singing |