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my fair lady - a hymn to him
Henry
Why can't a woman be more like a man
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square
Eternally noble, historically fair
Who when you win will always give your back a pat
Why can't a woman be like that
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do
Can't a woman learn to use her head
Why do they do everything their mothers do
Why don't they grow up like their father instead
Why can't a woman take after a man
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please
Whenever you're with them, you're always at ease
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours
Pickering
Of course not
Henry
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two
Pickering
Nonsense
Henry
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers
Pickering
Never
Henry
Why can't a woman be like you
One man in a million may shout a bit
Now and then there's one with slight defects
One perhaps whose truthfulness you doubt a bit
But by and large we are a marvelous sex
Why can't a woman behave like a man
Men are so friendly, good-natured and kind
A better companion you never will find
If I were hours late for dinner would you bellow
Pickering
Of course not
Henry
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss
Pickering
Nonsense
Henry
Would you complain if I took out another fellow
Pickering
Never
Henry
Why can't a woman be like us
Why can't a woman be more like a man
Men are so decent, such regular chaps
Ready to help you through any mishaps
Ready to buck you up whenever you up whenever you are glum
Why can't a woman be a chum
Why is thinking something women never do
Why is logic never even tried
Straightening up their hair is all they ever do
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside
Why can't a woman be more like a man
If I were a woman who'd been to a ball
Been hailed as a princess to one and to all
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing
Carry on as if my home were in a tree
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going
Why can't a woman be like me
my fair lady - why can't the english?
Higgins:
Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter,
Condemned by every syllable she utters.
By right she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Eliza:
Aaoooww!
Higgins:
Aaoooww!
Heavens, what a noise!
This is what the British population,
Calls an elementary education.
Pickering:
Come, sir, I think you picked a poor example.
Higgins:
Did I?
Hear them down in Soho square,
Dropping "h's" everywhere.
Speaking English anyway they like.
You sir, did you go to school?
Man:
Wadaya tike me for, a fool?
Higgins:
No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike'!
Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse,
Hear a Cornishman converse,
I'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn,
Just like this one here.
Eliza:
Garn!
Higgins:
I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?
It's "Aaoooww" and "Garn" that keep her in her place.
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now,
Should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir,
Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too!
Pickering:
I beg your pardon!
Higgins: An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him.
The moment he talks he makes some other Englishman despise him.
One common language I'm afraid we'll never get,
Oh, why can't the English learn to
set a good example to people whose
English is painful to your ears?
The Scots and the Irish leave you close to tears.
There even are places where English completely disappears.
In America, they haven't used it for years!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian,
the Greeks are taught their Greek.
In France every Frenchman knows his language from "A" to "Zed"
The French never care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.
Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning,
The Hebrews learn it backwards,
which is absolutely frightening.
But use proper English and you're regarded as a freak.
Why can't the English,
Why can't the English,
Learn To Speak?
my fair lady - ascot gavotte
Ladies and Gentlemen
Ev'ry duke and earl and peer is here
Ev'ryone who should be here is here
What a smashing, positively dashing
Spectacle: the Ascot op'ning day
At the gate are all the horses
Waiting for the cue to fly away
What a gripping, absolutely ripping
Moment at the Ascot op'ning day
Pulses rushing
Faces flushing
Heartbeats speed up
I have never been so keyed up
And second now
They'll begin to run
Hark! A bell is ringing
They are springing
Forward
Look! It has begun
What a frenzied moment that was
Didn't they maintain an exhausting pace
'Twas a thrilling, absolutely chilling
Running of the Ascot op'ning race
my fair lady - i could have danced all night
Bed, bed I couldn't go to bed
My head's too light to try to set it down
Sleep, sleep I couldn't sleep tonight
Not for all the jewels in the crown
I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things
I've never done before
I'll never know what made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night
It's after three now
Don't you agree now?
She ought to be in bed
I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things
I've never done before
I'll never know what made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night
I understand dear
It's all been grand dear
But now it's time to sleep
I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things
I've never done before
I'll never know what made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night
my fair lady - without you
What a fool I was
What a dominated fool
To think you were the earth and sky
What a fool I was...what an addle-pated fool
What a mutton-headed dolt was I
No, my reverberating friend
You are not the beginning and the end
There'll be spring every year without you
England still will be here without you
There'll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea
There'll be crumpets and tea
Without you
Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will survive without you
And there still will be rain
On that plain down in Spain
Even that will remain without you
I can do without you
You, dear friend, who talk so well
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire
They can still rule the land without you
Windsor Castle will stand without you
And without much ado
We can all muddle through without you
Without your pulling it, the tide comes in
Without your twirling it, the earth can spin
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I
I shall not feel alone without you
I can stand on my own without you
So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well
Without you
my fair lady - you did it
Pickering
Tonight, old man, you did it
You did it...You did it
You said that you would do it
And indeed you did
I thought that you would rue it
I doubted you'd do it
But now I must admit it
That succeed you did
You should get a medal
Or be even made a knight
Henry
It was nothing
Really nothing
Pickering
All alone you hurdled
Ev'ry obstacle in sight
Henry
Now, wait...Now, wait
Give credit where it's due
A lot of the glory goes to you
Pickering
But you're the one who did it
Who did it, who did it
As sturdy as Gibraltar
Not a second did you falter
There's no doubt about it
You did it
I must have aged a year tonight
At times I thought I'd die of fright
Never was there a momentary lull
Henry
Shortly after we came in
I saw at once we'd easily win
And after that I found it deadly dull
Pickering
You should have heard the ooh's and ah's
Ev'ry one wondering who she was
Henry
You'd think they'd never seen a lady before
Pickering
And when the Prince of Transylvania
Asked to meet her
And gave his arm to lead her to the floor
I said to him: You did it
You did it...You did it
They thought she was ecstatic
And so damned aristocratic
And they never knew
That you did it
Henry
Thank Heavens for Zoltan Karparthy
If it weren't for him I would have died of boredom
He was there, all right
And up to his old tricks
Mrs. Pearce
Karparthy
That dreadful Hungarian
Was he there
Henry
Yes
That blackguard who uses the science of speech
More to blackmail and swindle than teach
He made it the devilish business of his
"To find out who this Miss Doolittle is"
Ev'ry time we looked around
There he was, that hairy hound
From Budapest
Never leaving us alone
Never have I ever known
A ruder pest
Fin'lly I decided it was foolish
Not to let him have his chance with her
So I stepped aside and let him dance with her
Oozing charm from ev'ry pore
He oiled his way around the floor
Ev'ry trick that he could play
He used to strip her mask away
And when at last the dance was done
He glowed as if he knew he'd won
And with a voice to eager
And a smile too broad
He announced to the hostess
That she was a fraud
Mrs. Pearce
No
Henry
Ja wohl
Her English is too good, he said
Which clearly indicates that she is foreign
Whereas others are instructed in their native language
English people aren't
And although she may have studied with an expert
Di'lectician and grammarian
I can tell that she was born Hungarian
Not only Hungarian, but of royal blood
She is a princess
Servants
Congratulations, Professor Higgins
For your glorious victory
Congratulations, Professor Higgins
You'll be mentioned in history
Rest of Servants (Simultaneously) Congratulations
Professor Higgins
For your glorious
Victory
Congratulations
Professor Higgins
Sing hail and hallelujah
Ev'ry bit of credit
For it all belongs to you
Footman (Simultaneously with Rest of Servants) This evening, sir, you did it
You did it...You did it
You said that you would do it
And indeed you did
This evening, sir, you did it
You did it...You did it
We know that we have said it
But-you did it and the credit
For it all belongs to you
my fair lady - get me to the church on time
Jamie, Harry, Friends
There's just a few more hours
That's all the time you've got
A few more hours
Before they tie the knot
Doolittle
There are drinks and girls all over London, and I've
gotta track 'em down in just a few more hours
I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime
Pull out the stopper, let's have a whopper
But get me to the church on time
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime
Girls, come and kiss me, show how you'll miss me
But get me to the church on time
If I am dancin', roll up the floor
If I am whistlin' whewt me out the door
For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime
Kick up an rumpus, but don't lost the compass
And get me to the church
Get me to the church
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time
Doolittle and Everyone
I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime
Doolittle
Drug me or jail me
Stamp me and mail me
All
But get me to the church on time
I gotta be there in the morning
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime
Doolittle
Some bloke who's able lift up the table
All
And get em to the church on time
Doolittle
If I am flying then shoot me down
If I am wooin' get her out of town
All
For I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime
Doolittle
Feather and tar me, call out the Army
But get me to the church
All
Get me to the church...
Doolittle
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time
Harry and Everyone
Starlight is reelin' home to bed now
Mornin' is smearin' up the sky
London is wakin', daylight is breakin'
Good luck, old chum
Good health, goodbye
Doolittle
I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime
Hail and salute me, then haul off and boot me
And get me to the church
Get me to the church
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time
my fair lady - i've grown accustomed to her face
Damn...Damn...Damn...Damn...
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I can always be that way again
And yet I've grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her voice, accustomed to her face
But I'm so used to hear her say "Good morning" ev'ry day
Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to her face
my fair lady - just you wait
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
You'll be sorry, but your tears'll be to late
You'll be broke, and I'll have money
Will I help you? Don't be funny
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, till you're sick
And you scream to fetch a doctor double-quick
I'll be off a second later
And go straight to the the-ater
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
Ooooh 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea
Ooooh 'enry 'iggins
And you get a cramp a little ways from me
When you yell you're going to drown
I'll get dressed and go to town
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait
One day I'll be famous
I'll be proper and prim
Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim
One evening the king will say
"Oh, Liza, old thing,
I want all of England your praises to sing.
Next week on the twentieth of May
I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day!
All the people will celebrate the glory of you
And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do."
"Thanks a lot, King" says I, in a manner well-bred
"But all I want is 'enry 'iggins 'ead"
"Done," says the King with a stroke
"Guard, run and bring in the bloke"
Then they'll march you, 'enry 'iggins to the wall
And the King will tell me: "Liza, sound the call"
As they lift their rifles higher
I'll shout: "Ready! Aim! Fire!"
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Down you'll go, 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait
my fair lady - on the street where you live
Freddy
When she mentioned how her aunt bit off the spoon
She completely done me in
And my heart went on a journey to the moon
When she told about her father and the gin
And I never saw a more enchanting farce
Than that moment when she shouted "move your bloomin'"
I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I
Several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town
Does enchantment pour
Out of ev'ry door
No, it's just on the street where you live
And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear
People stop and stare
They don't bother me
For there's no where else on earth
That I would rather be
Let the time go by
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
my fair lady - show me
Freddy
Speak and the world is full of singing
And I'm winging
Higher than the birds
Touch and my heart begins to crumble
The heaven's tumble
Darling, and I'm...
Eliza
Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words
I get words all day through
First from him, now from you
Is that all you blighters can do
Don't talk of stars burning above
If you're in love show me
Tell me no dreams filled with desire
If you're on fire show me
Here we are together in the middle of the night
Don't talk of spring, just hold me tight
Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that
This is no time for a chat
Haven't your lips longed for my touch
Don't say how much, show me, show me
Don't talk of love lasting through time
Make me no undying vow
Show me now
Sing me no song, read me no rhyme
Don't waste my time, show me
Don't talk of June, don't talk of fall
Don't talk at all, show me
Never do I ever want to hear another word
There isn't one I haven't heard
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream
Say one more word and I'll scream
Haven't your arms hungered for mine
Please don't "expl'ine", show me, show me
Don't wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow
Show me now
my fair lady - the rain in spain
Eliza: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain
Higgins: Again
Eliza: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain
Higgins: I think she´s got it
I think she´s got it
Eliza: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain
Higgins: By George she´s got it
By George she´s got it
Todos: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain
Higgins: Now once again where does it rain?
Eliza: On the plain
On the plain
Higgins: And where that soggy plain?
Eliza: In Spain
In Spain
Todos: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain
Higgins: In Hareford, Hereford and Hampishire
Eliza: Hurricanes hardly happens
Eliza: How kind of you to let me came
Higgins: Now once again
where does it rain?
Eliza: On the plain
On the plain
Higgins: And where that blasted plain?
Eliza: In Spain
In Spain
Todos: The rain in spain stays mainly in the plain
my fair lady - wouldn't it be loverly?
All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
OH, wouldn´t it be loverly
Lots of chocalates for me to eat
Lots of coal makin´ lots of eat
warm face, warm ´ands, warm feet
OH, wouldn´t it be loverly
OH, so loverly sittin´
Absobloominlutelly still
I would never budge till spring
Crept over the winter sill
Someone ´ead restin´ on my knee
Warm and tender as he can be
Who takes good care of me
OH, wouldn´t be loverly!
Loverly ......Loverly....loverly....
OH, wouldn´t it be loverly
my fair lady - with a little bit o' luck
Alfred The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
So he could do his job and never shirk.
The Lord gave man an arm of iron-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
Someone else'll do the blinkin' work! The three
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck you'll never work!
Alfred The Lord above made liquor for temptation,
To see if man could turn away from sin.
The Lord above made liquor for temptation-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
When temptation comes you'll give right in!
The three With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck you'll give right in.
Alfred Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow;
But with a little bit of luck You'll run amuck!
The gentle sex was made for man to marry,
To share his nest and see his food is cooked.
The gentle sex was made for man to marry-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
You can have it all and not get hooked.
The three With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of bloomin' luck! Alfred
The Lord above made man to help is neighbor,
No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam.
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
When he comes around you won't be home! Jim and Harry
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck, You won't be home.
Alfred They're always throwin' goodness at you;
But with a little bit of luck A man can duck!
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandrin
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt.
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin'-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
You can see the bloodhound don't find out!
The three With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck she won't find out!
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of bloomin' luck!
He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket.
The poorest bloke you'll ever hope to meet.
He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
He'll be movin' up to easy street.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck, He's movin' up.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of bloomin luck!
my fair lady - i m an ordinary man
Well after all, Pickering
I'm an ordinary man
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance
To live exactly as he likes
And do precisely what he wants...
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim
Who likes to live his life, free of strife
Doing whatever he thinks is best, for him
Well... just an ordinary man...
But, let a woman in your life
And your serenity is through
She'll redecorate your home
From the cellar to the dome
And then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you
Let a woman in your life
And you're up against a wall
Make a plan and you will find
That she has something else in mind
And so rather than do either you do
Something else that neither likes at all
You want to talk of Keats and Milton
She only wants to talk of love
You go to see a play or ballet
And spend it searching for her glove
Let a woman in your life
And you invite eternal strife
Let them buy their wedding bands
For those anxious little hands...
I'd be equally as willing for
A dentist to be drilling than to ever let
a woman in my life
I'm a very gentle man, even tempered
And good natured who you never hear complain
Who has the milk of human kindness
By the quart in every vein
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips
The sort who never could, ever would
Let an insulting remark escape his lips
Very gentle man...
But, Let a woman in your life
And patience hasn't got a chance
She will beg you for advice
Your reply will be concise
And she will listen very nicely
and then go out and do exactly what she wants
You are a man of grace and polish
Who never spoke above a hush
All at once you're using language
That would make a sailor blush
Let a woman in your life
And you're plunging in a knife
Let the others of my sex
Tie the knot around their necks
I prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition
Than to ever let a woman in my life
I'm a quiet living man
Who prefers to spend the evening in the silence of his room
Who likes an atmosphere as restful as an undiscovered tomb
A pensive man am I, of philosophical joys
Who likes to meditate, contemplate
Far for humanities mad inhuman noise
Quiet living man
But, let a woman in your life
And your sabbatical is through
In a line that never ends comes an army of her friends
Come to jabber and to chatter
And to tell her what the matter is with you
She'll have a booming boisterous family
Who will descend on you en mass
She'll have a large wagnarian mother
With a voice that shatters glass
Let a woman in your life
Let a woman in your life
Let a woman in your life
I shall never let a woman in my life
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