Got the Cello Back Again

One and two and three and four,
and one and two and three and four.
And one and two and three and four,
and one and two and three and four.

Love makes one blind
until the cello breaks.
Old notes are played
by a new mare.
It's a though blow for any cellist,
both scrawny and elegant.

Standing, squeezing pimples,
batting mini eyelashes
in the mirror.
Can't go wrong
with that kind of charm, there.
As if a hundred golden bits were raining.

On the hunt for a song that'll win over the mares,
should have brought a map for this quest.
Zero discoveries,
yet she tries until her hooves are sore.

A last check on the mane,
before she stumbles out the door.
Too late for the train,
so she's rushing through the mud.

Her forehead is flowing, hooves wet and sticky.
sweat glands are drooling,
lactic acid quivering,
Please don't let her legs falter now.

Finally there,
completely soaked,
with all her money forgotten.
She immediately gets the feeling,
that this won't happen again.

"She started to flirt with some prettier mares.
So I traded away that mule
and got the cello back again."

Now there'll be no shortage
of ponies and cash.
'Cause she traded away that mule,
and got the cello back again.

One and two and three and four,
and one and two and three and four.
And one and two and three and four,
and one and two and three and four.

Permeated by convenience,
naturally there is some acquaintance
with these stereotypical mares.
But trouble with money is impending
the selection of ingredients for this evening.

As a result,
making the consequence quite unforgettable.
So despicable, during this time,
in what she spends,
before the lights all go out tonight.

But even armed with her love potion,
sarsaparilla,
quite a daylight robbery.

But a bachelorette like her
has to keep her act cool,
and hope to win the mare over,
by playing her a song.


But nothing is going to happen,
because of her lack of money
and good provisions.

So the mare slips away to the bathroom with a braver pony,
who trots around with saddlebags filled with money.

Octavia was not interesting enough
for this mare's elegant ponyhunt.
What a melodramatic plot.
Beaten by her own paradox.
But luckily there are tons of lists,
of these eternal optimists.

Because life is like a cello,
with the need of a cellist.

"She started to flirt with some much richer ponies.
So I traded away that mule
and got the cello back again."

Now there'll be no shortage
of ponies and cash.
'Cause she traded away that mule,
and got the cello back again.

Okay, plan B
all good things come in threes.

Now she's both rich and very pretty,
but even that doesn't seem to help.
You have to make your own happiness.
Because destiny will never let you rest.
Now that you have reached the top,
you can only go down.

The cello has gotten a much different sound,
after hitting the same wall, over and over.
The way to success can feel unnecessary long.
And when good advice is so costly to come by,
it’s handy to have some steep saddlebags.
Wisdom through injury, one learns from their past.
And takes a new shot at love.

"I brought the prettiest mare to a party,
and invited a friend to tag along to do a little test.
The two of them left to talk in private.
I just thought they went for a brief little chat."

Five minutes quickly turned to ten.
She got impatient,
Had her own friend hit it off?
Curiosity leads her to the place,
she had seen them walk by.

What met her behind the door,
made her really want to cry.
'Cause right here on the floor,
she found her two friends making out.

"I saw her making out with my stupid friend.
So I traded away that mule,
and got the cello back again."

Now there'll be no shortage
of ponies and cash.
'Cause she traded away that mule,
and got the cello back again.

One and two and three and four,
and one and two and three and four.
And one and two and three and four,
and one and two and three and four.

Now there will be no shortage
of ponies and cash.
'Cause she traded away that mule,
and got the cello back again.


- (pony/english version/parody of) Fela Igjen (fiddle back) by Alexander Rybak --> [link]

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essentially, the picture is based off the scenes from the fela igjen music video when everyone is singing in the barn thingy lol

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