Il risultato finale - Il 45 giri

Strofa 1

Eighty candles glow like Paris after dark,

Children round the table, grandchildren making sparks.

Emily is laughing where the teacups used to sing,

Tapping out the rhythm on a wooden spoon swing.

All those kitchen mornings, radio turned high,

She’d season every chorus with a twinkle in her eye.

Now the room is clapping, and before the beat is through,

She’s first upon the dance floor in her birthday dancing shoes.

Ritornello

Emily, Emily, shine on tonight,

Eighty years young in the disco light.

Sing from the kitchen, dance through the door,

Emily, Emily, we love you more!

Strofa 2

Who needs a ballroom when the kettle starts to steam?

She can turn a Tuesday into sequins and a dream.

Grandkids try to copy every shoulder, every spin,

But Emily just grins and says, “Come on then, jump in!”

Her children know the soundtrack: laughter, pots and pans,

A chorus by the cooker, flour dusting both her hands.

Tonight the whole wide family is a glittering parade,

Following her footsteps through the memories she made.

Ritornello

Emily, Emily, shine on tonight,

Eighty years young in the disco light.

Sing from the kitchen, dance through the door,

Emily, Emily, we love you more!

Finale

Emily, Emily, shine on tonight,

Eighty years young in the disco light.

Sing from the kitchen, dance through the door,

Emily, Emily, we love you more!

Yes, Emily, Emily, one more spin,

The party begins when you walk in!