Musical Theater Final Listening Section

Lawyer's rather nice If it's for a price Order something else, though to follow Since no one should swallow it twice Anything that's lean Well then, if you're British and loyal You might enjoy Royal Marine Anyway, it's clean Though of course it tastes of wherever it's been Is that squire on the fire? Mercy, no sir, look closer You'll notice it's grocer Looks thicker, more like vicar No, it has to be grocer, it's green The history of the world, my love Save a lot of graves Do a lot of relatives favors Is those below serving those up above Everybody shaves So there should be plenty of flavors How gratifying for once to know That those above will serve those down below

A Little Priest. Sweeney Todd. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett.

Look, ma'am, an invitation Here, ma'am, delivered by hand And, ma'am, I notice the station- Ary's engraved and very grand Petra, how too exciting! Just when I need it! Petra, such elegant writing So chic you hardly can read it! What do you think? Who can it be? Even the ink-- No, here, let me... "Your presence"--just think of it, Petra! "Is kindly"--it's at a chateau! "Requested"--etcet'ra, etcet'ra "Madame Leonora Armf--" Oh, no! A weekend in the country-- We're invited? What a horrible plot! A weekend in the country-- I'm excited! No, you're not A weekend in the country, just imagine-- It's completely depraved A weekend in the country!

A Weekend in the Country. A Little Night Music. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Fredrik, Henrik, Anne, Desiree, Carl-Magnus, Petra, Charlotte, & Quintet.

Is everybody here? Is everybody ready? Hit it I don't care about expensive things Cashmere coats, diamond rings Don't mean a thing All I care about is love That's what I'm here for I don't care for wearin' silk cravats Ruby studs, satin spats Don't mean a thing All I care about is love All he cares about is love Give me two eyes of blue Softly saying, "I need you" Let me see her standin' there And honest, mister, I'm a millionaire I don't care for any fine attire Vanderbilt might admire No, no, not me All I care about is love All he cares about is love

All I Care About is Love. Chicago. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Billy Flynn and the girls

Come on babe Why don't we paint the town? And all that Jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip Is gonna blow the blues And all that Jazz Hold on, hun We're gonna bunny hug I bought some aspirin Down at United Drug In case you shake apart And want a brand new start To do that- Jazz

All that Jazz. Chicago. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Velma Kelly.

When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius Aquarius! Aquarius! Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more falsehoods or derisions Golden living dreams of visions Mystic crystal revelation And the mind's true liberation Aquarius! Aquarius!

Aquarius. Hair. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics by James Rado and Gerome Ragni. Sung by Dionne and Tribe.

I can see us waking The breakers breaking The seagulls squawking Hoo-hoo I'll do me baking, then I'll go walking With you-hoo you-hoo I'll warm me bones on the esplanade Have tea and scones with me gay young blade Then I'll knit a sweater While you write a letter Unless we've got better to do-hoo Anything you say Think how snug it will be underneath our flannel When it's just you and me and the English channel In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy We'll have chums over every Friday By the sea Anything you say Don't you love the weather? By the sea We'll grow old together By the seaside, hoo-hoo By the beautiful sea Oh, I can see us now In our bathing dresses You in a nice navy And me... stripes perhaps

By the Sea. Sweeney Todd. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett.

Pop Six Squish Uh uh Cicero Lipschitz! And now, the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of the Cell Block Tango Lipschitz! Pop Six Squish Uh uh Cicero Lipschitz! Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz He had it coming He had it coming He only had himself to blame If you'd have been there If you'd have seen it I betcha you would have done the same! Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz You know how people have these little habits that get you down Like Bernie Bernie you like to chew gum No, not chew, pop So I came home this one day And I'm really irritated I'm looking for a little bit o' sympathy And there's Bernie lyin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'. No, not chewin' Poppin'. So, I said to him, I said "You pop that Gum one more time" And he did So I took the shotgun off the wall And I fired two warning shots Into his head He had it coming He had it coming He only had himself to blame If you'd have been there If you'd have heard it I betcha you would have done the same! I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago And he told me he was single And we hit it off right away So, we started living together He'd go to work, he'd come home I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner And then I found out, "Single" he told me Single, my ass Not only was he married Oh, no, he had six wives One of those Mormons, you know So that night when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic He had it coming He had it coming He took a flower In its prime And then he used it And he abused it It was a murder But not a crime!

Cell Block Tango. Chicago. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Liz, Annie, June, Hunyak, Velma, and Mona.

Now, if I help you, it matters that you see These sordid kinds of things are coming hard to me It's taken me some time to work out what to do I weighed the whole thing up before I came to you I have no thought at all about my own reward I really didn't come here of my own accord Just don't say I'm Damned for all time

Damned for All Time/Blood Money. Jesus Christ Superstar. Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Lyrics by Tim Rice. Sung by Judas.

Have you seen My sixteen year old tattooed woman Heard a story She got busted for her beauty oh oh oh Oh oh! Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time Never gonna end my searchin Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna I've been to India and saw the yogi light In South America the Indian smoke glows bright I'm reincarnated and so are we all And in this lifetime we'll rise Before we fall Before we fall Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time There was a sixteen year old virgin Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna

Donna. Hair. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics James Rado and Gerome Ragni. Sung by Berger and Tribe.

He smiles sweetly Strokes my hair, says he misses me I would murder him right there But first I die He talks softly of his wars And his horses and his whores I think love's a dirty business So do I, so do I I'm before him on my knees And he kisses me He assumes I'll lose my reason And I do Men are stupid, men are vain Love's disgusting, love's insane A humiliating business Oh, how true Ah, well, everyday a little death Every day a little death In the parlor, in the bed In the lips and in the eyes In the curtains, in the silver In the buttons, in the bread In the murmurs, in the pauses In the gestures, in the sighs Every day a little sting Every day a little dies In the heart and in the head In the looks and in the lies Every move and every breath And you hardly feel a thing Brings a perfect little death

Everyday a Little Death. A Little Night Music. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Charlotte and Anne Egerman.

And there he goes Racing toward the tallest tree From far across the yellow field I hear him calling, "follow me" there we go Wondering how the world might look from up so high One foot after the other One branch then to another I climb higher and higher I climb 'til the entire Sun shines on my face And I suddenly feel the branch give way I'm on the ground My arm goes numb I look around And I see him come to get me He's come to get me And everything's okay All we see is sky for forever We let the world pass by for forever Buddy, you and I for forever this way, this way

For Forever. Dear Evan Hansen. Music & lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul. Sung by Evan Hansen.

Darlin', give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer Here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees Give a home to the fleas in my hair A home for fleas, (yeah) a hive to bees, (yeah) a nest for birds There ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy Ratty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming Streaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka dotted Twisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confettied Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied

Hair. Hair. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics by James Rado and Gerome Ragni. Sung by Claude, Berger, and Tribe.

My mind is clearer now. At last all too well I can see where we all soon will be. If you strip away The myth from the man, You will see where we all soon will be. Jesus! You've started to believe The things they say of you. You really do believe This talk of God is true. And all the good you've done Will soon get swept away. You've begun to matter more Than the things you say. Listen Jesus I don't like what I see. All I ask is that you listen to me. And remember, I've been your right hand man all along. You have set them all on fire. They think they've found the new Messiah. And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.

Heaven on Their Minds. Jesus Christ Superstar. Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Lyrics by Tim Rice. Sung by Judas.

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room Then you walked in and my heart went "Boom!" Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine Grab my sister, and whisper, "Yo, this one's mine." (Ooh) My sister made her way across the room to you (Ooh) And I got nervous, thinking "What's she gonna do?" (Ooh) She grabbed you by the arm, I'm thinkin' "I'm through" (Ooh) Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm Helpless! Oh, look at those eyes Look into your eyes And the sky's the limit Oh! I'm helpless Yeah, I'm helpless, I know Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em I'm helpless I'm so into you Look into your eyes I am so into you And the sky's the limit, I'm helpless

Helpless. Hamilton. Music & lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda. Sung by Eliza and company.

I got life, mother I got laughs, sister I got freedom, brother I got good times, man I got crazy ways, daughter I got million-dollar charm, cousin I got headaches and toothaches And bad times too Like you I got my hair I got my head I got my brains I got my ears I got my eyes I got my nose I got my mouth I got my teeth I got my tongue I got my chin I got my neck I got my tits I got my heart I got my soul I got my back I got my ass I got my arms I got my hands I got my fingers Got my legs I got my feet I got my toes I got my liver Got my blood I got life, mother I got laughs, sister I got freedom, brother I got good times, man I got crazy ways, daughter I got million-dollar charm, cousin I got headaches and toothaches And bad times too Like you

I Got Life. Hair. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics by James Rado and Gerome Ragni. Sung by Claude and Tribe.

He thought you were awesome He thought I was awesome? My brother? Definitely! How? Well, he said There's nothing like your smile Sort of subtle and perfect and real He said You never knew how wonderful That smile could make someone feel And he knew Whenever you get bored You scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans And he noticed That you still fill out the quizzes That they put in those teen magazines But he kept it all inside his head What he saw he left unsaid And though he wanted to He couldn't talk to you He couldn't find the way But he would always say If I could tell her Tell her everything I see If I could tell her How she's everything to me But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start If I could tell her If I could tell her

If I Could Tell Her. Dear Evan Hansen. Music & Lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul. Sung by Evan Hansen.

I know what you're thinking? You wonder why I chose her Out of all the ladies in the world That's just a first impression? What good's a first impression? If you knew her like I do It would change your point of view If you could see her through my eyes You wouldn't wonder at all If you could see her through my eyes I guarantee you would fall like I did When we're in public together I hear society groan But if they could see her through my eyes Maybe they'd leave us alone How can I speak of her virtues? I don't know where to begin: She's clever, she's smart, she reads music She doesn't smoke or drink gin like I do Yet when we're walking together They sneer if I'm holding her hand But if they could see her through my eyes Maybe they'd all understand

If You Could See Her (Through My Eyes). Cabaret. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Emcee.

The papers...he mentioned papers, Some legal papers which I didn't see there. Where were they, the ******* papers she had to sign? What nonsense! He brought her papers, They were important, so he had to be there. I'll kill him!... Why should I bother? The woman's mine! Besides, no matter what one might infer, One must have faith to some degree. The least that I can do is trust in her The way that Charlotte trusts in me. Capable, pliable Women, women... Understanding and reliable, Knowing their place. Insufferable, yes, but gentle, Their weaknesses are incidental. A functional but ornamental Race. Durable, sensible Women, women... Very nearly indispensable Creatures of grace. God knows the foolishness about them, But if one had to live without them, The world would surely be a poorer, If purer, Place.

In Praise of Women. A Little Night Music. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Carl-Magnus.

Do they think that walls could hide you? Even now, I'm at your window I am in the dark beside you Buried sweetly in your yellow hair! I feel you, Johanna And one day I'll steal you! Till I'm with you then, I'm with you there Sweetly buried in your yellow hair!

Johanna. Sweeney Todd. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Anthony Hope.

Jesus, I am overjoyed to meet you face to face You've been getting quite a name all around the place Healing cripples, raising from the dead And now, I understand you're God At least, that's what you've said So, you are the Christ, you're the great Jesus Christ Prove to me that you're divine - change my water into wine That's all you need do, and I'll know it's all true C'mon, king of the Jews! Jesus, you just won't believe the hit you've made round here You are all we talk about, the wonder of the year! Oh, what a pity if it's all a lie Still, I'm sure that you can rock the cynics if you try So, you are the Christ, you're the great Jesus Christ Prove to me that you're no fool - walk across my swimming pool If you do that for me, then I'll let you go free C'mon, king of the Jews!

King Herod's Song. Jesus Christ Superstar. Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Lyrics by Tim Rice. Sung by King Herod.

Dearly beloved We gather here to say our goodbyes Dies irae, dies illa Kyrie eleison Yitgadal veyitkadash Here she lies No one knew her worth The late great daughter of Mother Earth On this night when we celebrate the birth In that little town of Bethlehem We raise our glass You bet your ass, to La vie Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème To days of inspiration Playing hooky Making something out of nothing The need to express To communicate To going against the grain Going insane Going mad To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension To starving for attention Hating convention Hating pretension Not to mention, of course Hating dear old Mom and Dad To riding your bike Midday past the three-piece suits To fruits To no absolutes To Absolut To choice To The Village Voice To any passing fad To being an us, for once Instead of a them La vie Bohème La vie Bohème

La Vie Boheme. Rent. Music & lyrics Jonathan Larson. Sung by Angel, Benny, Collins, Mimi, Mark, Maureen, Roger, Joanne, and company.

What'd you forget? Got a light? (I know you? You're.. You're shivering) It's nothing, They turned off my heat And I'm just a little weak on my feet Would you light my candle? What are you staring at? (Nothing, Your hair in the moonlight) (You look familiar) (Can you make it?) Just haven't eaten much today At least the room stopped spinning anyway What? (Nothing, Your smile reminded me of) I always remind people of. Who is she? (She died. Her name was April) It's out again. Sorry about your friend Would you light my candle? (Well) Yeah. Ow! (Oh, the wax, it's..) Dripping! I like it between my.. (Fingers. I figured...) (Oh well, Goodnight)

Light My Candle. Rent. Music & lyrics by Jonathan Larson. Sung by Mimi and Roger.

Claude Hooper Bukowski Finds that it's groovy To hide in a movie Pretends he's Fellini And Antonioni And also his countryman Roman Polanski All rolled into one One Claud Hooper Bukowski Now that I've dropped out Why is life dreary dreary Answer my weary query Timothy Leary dearie Oh Manchester England England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius genius I believe in God And I believe that God Believes in Claude That's me (that's he) That's me (that's he) That's me (that's he) That's me

Manchester, England. Hair. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics by James Rado and Gerome Ragni. Sung by Claude and Tribe.

Everybody loves a winner So nobody loves me 'Lady Peaceful, ' 'Lady Happy, ' That's what I long to be All the odds are in my favor Something's bound to begin, It's got to happen, happen sometime Maybe this time, Maybe this time, I'll win.

Maybe This Time. Cabaret. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Sally Bowles.

The continent of Europe is so wide, mein herr Not only up and down, but side to side, mein herr I couldn't ever cross it if I tried, mein herr But I do what I can Inch by inch, step by step, mile by mile Man by man Bye bye, mein lieber herr Farewell, mein lieber herr It was a fine affair, but now it's over And though I used to care, I need the open air You're better off without me, mein herr Don't dab your eye, mein herr Or wonder why, mein herr I've always said that I was a rover You mustn't knit your brow You should have known by now You'd every cause to doubt me, mein herr Bye bye, mein lieber herr Auf wiedersehen, mein herr Es war sehr gut, mein herr, und vorbei Du kennst mich wohl, mein herr Ach, lebe wohl, mein herr Du sollst mich nie mehr sehen mein herr Bye bye, mein lieber herr (Auf wiedersehen Es war sehr gut) Und vorbei Du kennst mich wohl, mein herr (Du kennst mich wohl Ach, lebe wohl Du sollst mich nie mehr) And bye bye

Mein Herr. Cabaret. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Sally Bowles and the Kit Kat Girls.

Money money money money Money money money money Money money money... If you happen to rich And you feel like a night's entertainment You can pay for a gay escapade If you happen to be rich and alone And you need a companion You can ring (ting-a-ling) for the maid If you happen to be rich And you find you are left by your lover And you moan and you groan quite a lot You can take it on the chin Call a cab and begin to recover On your 14-karat yacht! WHAT!? Money makes the world go around ...the world go around ...the world go around Money makes the world go aroung Of that we both are sure... *rasberry sound* on being poor! Money money money money Money money money money Money money money...

Money. Cabaret. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Emcee and Company.

Speak to me, friend Whisper, I'll listen I know, I know you've been locked out of sight All these years, like me, my friend well I've come home to find you waiting Home and we're together! And we'll do wonders Won't we?

My Friends. Sweeney Todd. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett.

I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot I'ma get a scholarship to King's College I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish I gotta holler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal Tryin' to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable Only nineteen but my mind is older These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder Every burden, every disadvantage I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish I walk these streets famished The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be A colony that runs independently Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly Essentially, they tax us relentlessly Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free So there will be a revolution in this century Enter me, he says in parentheses Don't be shocked when your hist'ry book mentions me I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy And I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwing away my shot It's time to take a shot I dream of life without a monarchy The unrest in France will lead to onarchy? Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy? When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my, shot Yo, I'm a tailor's apprentice And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis I'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants I'm gonna take a shot But we'll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in On a stallion with the first black battalion Have another shot Geniuses, lower your voices You keep out of trouble and you double your choices I'm with you, but the situation is fraught You've got to be carefully taught

My Shot. Hamilton. Music & lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda. Sung by Hamilton, Mulligan, Aaron Burr, Lafayette, Laurens, and company.

Soon, Later... Now, I promise. When is later? As the sweet imbecilities Soon, All you ever hear is Trip on my trouser leg, I won't shy away, "Yes, we know, Henrik, Stendhal elimanates A... Oh, Henrik, Dear old-- Everyone agrees, Henrik, please, Henrik..." Soon, As I've I want to. Often stated, Soon, Whatever you say. When? But when? Even now, Maybe Maybe When you're close Soon, soon, Later, And we touch, I'll be ninety When I'm kissing your brow And you're kissing And dead. My brow And I'm stroking your head, I don't mind it I don't mind it Too much. Too much. You'll come into my bed. And you'll have to Since I have to And you have to Admit Admit Admit I'm endearing, I find peering I've been hearing I help Through life's All those tremulous cries, Keep things humming, Grey windows Impatiently Patiently I'm not Not Not Domineering-- Very cheering. Interfering What's one Do I fear death? With those tremulous thighs. Small shortcoming? Let it come to me Come to me And think of Now, Soon, How I adore you, Think of Now, Soon, How much you love me. If I were perfect Now, Soon, For you, Wouldn't you Now... Soon... Tire of me Later? Come to me soon, Come to me soon, We will, If I'm dead Straight to me, Later. I can wait. Never mind how. We will, How can I live Darling, now-- Soon... Until later? I still want and/or Later... Love you, Soon... Later... Now as always, Now... Desiree!

Now Later Soon. A Little Night Music. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Fredrik, Henrik, and Anne.

Now, insofar as approaching it, What would be festive But have its effect? Now, there are two ways of broaching it: A, the suggestive, And B, the direct. Say that I settle on B, to wit, A charmingly Lecherous mood, A, I could put on my nightshirt or sit Disarmingly, B, in the nude. That might be effective; My body's all right-- But not in perspective And not in the light. I'm bound to be chilly And feel a buffoon, But nightshirts are silly In mid-afternoon. Which leaves the suggestive, But how to proceed? Although she gets restive, Perhaps I could read. In view of her penchant For something romantic, De Sade is to trenchant And Dickens too frantic, And Stendhal would ruin The plan of attack, As there isn't much blue in "The Red and the Black." De Maupassant's candour Would cause her dismay, The Brontes are grander But not very gay, Her taste is much blander, I'm sorry to say, But is Hans Christian Ander- Sen ever risque? Which eliminates A...

Now. A Little Night Music. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Fredrik Egerman.

I dreamt I met a Galilean A most amazing man He had that look you very rarely find The haunting, hunted kind I asked him to say what had happened How it all began I asked again; he never said a word As if he hadn't heard And next the room was full Of wild and angry men They seemed to hate this man They fell on him and then They disappeared again Then I saw thousands of millions Crying for this man And then I heard them mentioning my name And leaving me the blame

Pilate's Dream. Jesus Christ Superstar. Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Lyrics by Tim Rice. Sung by Pontius Pilate.

Pretty women Fascinating... Sipping coffee Dancing... Pretty women Are a wonder Pretty women! Sitting in the window or Standing on the stair Something in them cheers the air Pretty women Silhouetted... Stay within you Glancing... Stay forever Breathing lightly... Pretty women Pretty women! Blowing out Their candles Or combing out their Hair Even when they leave They still Are there They're there Ah! Pretty women At their mirrors Blowing out Their candles Combing out their hair Then they leave Even when they leave you and vanish They somehow can still can remain There with you There with you Ah! In their gardens Letter-writing Flower-picking Weather-watching How they make a man sing! Proof of heaven as you're living Pretty women! Sir, pretty women! Yes, here's to pretty women! Pretty women Pretty women Pretty women

Pretty Women. Sweeney Todd. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Sweeney Todd and Judge Turpin.

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate Give 'em the old hocus pocus Bead and feather 'em How can they see with sequins in their eyes? What if your hinges all are rusting? What if, in fact, you're just disgusting? Razzle dazzle 'em And they'll never catch wise!

Razzle Dazzle. Chicago. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Billy Flynn and Company.

Why should I play this game of pretend? Remembering through a secondhand sorrow? Such a great son and wonderful friend Oh, don't the tears just pour I could curl up and hide in my room There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow I could give in to all of the gloom But tell me, tell me what for Why should I have a heavy heart? Why should I start to break in pieces? Why should I go and fall apart for you? Why should I play the grieving girl and lie Saying that I miss you And that my world has gone dark without your light? I will sing no requiem tonight

Requiem. Dear Evan Hansen. Music & lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul. Sung by Zoe, Larry, and Cynthia Murphy.

And I'm Sick Of Grading Papers-That I Know And I'm Shouting In My Sleep, I Need A Muzzle All This Misery Pays No Salary, So Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe Oh Sunny Santa Fe Would Be Nice We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe And Leave This To The Roaches And Mice Check Out Oh--Oh Oh-- You Teach? Ya - I Teach Computer Age Philosophy While My Students Would Rather Watch TV America America! You're A Sensitive Aesthete Brush The Sauce Onto The Meat You Could Make The Menu Sparkle With Rhyme You Could Drum A Gentle Drum I Could Seat Guests As They Come Chatting Not About Heidegger, But Wine! Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe Our Labors Would Reap Financial Gain Gain, Gain, Gain We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe And Save From Devastation Our Brains Save Our Brains We'll Pack Up All Our Junk And Fly So Far Away Devote Ourselves To Projects That Sell We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe Forget This Cold Bohemian Hell

Santa Fe. Rent. Music & lyrics by Jonathan Larson. Sung by Collins, Mark, Angel, and company.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles In laughter, in strife In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure a year in the life How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love Seasons of love

Seasons of Love. Rent. Music & lyrics Jonathan Larson. Sung by Angel, Benny, Collins, Mimi, Mark, Maureen, Roger, Joanne, and company.

Christ, you know I love you; did you see I waved? I believe in you and God, so tell me that I'm saved! Christ, you know I love you; did you see I waved? I believe in you and God, so tell me that I'm saved Jesus, I am with you; touch me, touch me, Jesus! Jesus, I am on your side; kiss me, kiss, me Jesus! Christ, what more do you need to convince you That you've made it and you're easily as strong As the filth from Rome who rape our country And who've terrorized our people for so long? Christ you know I love you did; you see I waved?

Simon Zealotes/Poor Jerusalem. Jesus Christ Superstar. Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Lyrics by Tim Rice. Sung by Simon and company.

Every time I look at you, I don't understand Why you let the things you did get so out of your hand You'd have managed better if you'd had it planned Why'd you choose such a backward time and such a strange land? If you'd come today, you would have reached a whole nation Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication Don't you get me wrong - I only wanna know Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Who are you? What have you sacrificed? Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Who are you? What have you sacrificed? Jesus Christ, Superstar Do you think you're what they say you are? Jesus Christ, Superstar Do you think you're what they say you are?

Superstar. Jesus Christ Superstar. Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Lyrics by Tim Rice. Sung by Judas, Soul Sisters, and Angels.

This is weird It's weird Very weird ****ing weird I'm so mad that I don't know what to do Fighting with microphones Freezing down to my bones And to top it all off I'm with you Feel like going insane Got a fire in your brain And you're thinking of drinking gasoline As a matter of fact Honey, I know this act It's called the Tango: Maureen The Tango: Maureen It's a dark, dizzy, merry go round As she keeps you dangling (you're wrong) Your heart she is mangling (it's different with me) And you toss and you turn cause her cold eyes can burn Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound I think I know what you mean The Tango: Maureen Has she ever pouted her lips and called you "Pookie?" Never Have you ever doubted a kiss or two? This is spooky Did you swoon when she walked through the door? Every time, so be....cautious Did she moon over other boys? More than moon I'm getting nauseous

Tango Maureen. Rent. Music & lyrics by Jonathan Larson. Sung by Joanne and Mark.

He kept a shop in London Town Of fancy clients and good renown And what if none of their souls were saved? They went to their maker impeccably shaved By Sweeney By Sweeney Todd The demon barber of Fleet street Swing your razor wide, Sweeney Hold it to the skies Freely flows the blood of those who moralize His needs were few, his room was bare A lavabo and a fancy chair A mug of suds and a leather strop An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop For neatness he deserved a nod Did Sweeney Todd The demon barber of Fleet street Inconspicuous, Sweeney was Quick and quiet and clean, he was Back of his smile, under his word Sweeney heard music that nobody heard Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned Like a perfect machine, he planned Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney Sweeney

The Ballad of Sweeney Todd. Sweeney Todd. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Sweeney Todd and chorus.

Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar Life is around you and in you Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in

The Flesh Failures/Let the Sunshine In. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics by James Rado and Gerome Ragni. Sung by Claude, Sheila, Dionne, and Tribe.

Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals Friday nights with him all in tails We'll have dancing Meanwhile It's a rip in the bustle And a rustle in the hay And I'll pitch the quick fantastic With flings of confetti And my petticoats away up high It's a very short way From the fling that's for fun To the thigh pressing under the table It's a very short day 'Til you're stuck with just one Or it has to be done on the sly In the meanwhile There are mouths to be kissed Before mouths to be fed And there's many a tryst And there's many a bed There's a lot I'll have missed But I'll not have been dead when I die! And a person should celebrate everything Passing By And I shall marry the miller's son...

The Millers Son. A Little Night Music. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Petra.

Two Virginians and an immigrant walk into a room Diametric'ly opposed, foes They emerge with a compromise, having opened doors that were Previously closed Bros The immigrant emerges with unprecedented financial power A system he can shape however he wants The Virginians emerge with the nation's capital And here's the pièce de résistance No one else was in The room where it happened The room where it happened The room where it happened No one else was in The room where it happened The room where it happened The room where it happened No one really knows how the game is played The art of the trade How the sausage gets made We just assume that it happens But no one else is in The room where it happens Thomas claims Alexander was on Washington's doorstep one day In distress 'n disarray Thomas claims Alexander said I've nowhere else to turn And basic'ly begged me to join the fray Thomas claims I approached Madison and said I know you hate 'im, but let's hear what he has to say Thomas claims Well, I arranged the meeting I arranged the menu, the venue, the seating But No one else was in The room where it happened The room where it happened The room where it happened No one else was in The room where it happened The room where it happened The room where it happened No one really knows how the Parties get to yes The pieces that are sacrificed in Ev'ry game of chess We just assume that it happens But no one else is in The room where it happens

The Room Where It Happens. Hamilton. Music & lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda. Sung by Jefferson, Hamilton, Aaron Burr, Madison, and company.

Daddy said to be home by sundown Daddy doesn't need to know Daddy said not to go downtown Like I said, you're free to go But—look around, look around, the Revolution's happening in New York New York Angelica Work! It's bad enough daddy wants to go to war People shouting in the square It's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore New ideas in the air Look around, look around— Angelica, remind me what we're looking for... She's lookin' for me! Eliza, I'm lookin' for a mind at work (work, work) I'm lookin' for a mind at work! (work, work) I'm lookin' for a mind at work! (work, work) Whooaaaaa! Whooaaaaa! Work! Wooh! There's nothin' like summer in the city Someone in a rush next to someone lookin' pretty Excuse me, miss, I know it's not funny But your perfume smells like your daddy's got money Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heels You searchin for an urchin who can give you ideals? Burr, you disgust me Ah, so you've discussed me I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me! I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine So men say that I'm intense or I'm insane You want a revolution? I want a revelation So listen to my declaration: "We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal" And when I meet Thomas Jefferson Unh! I'm 'a compel him to include women in the sequel! Work! Look around, look around at how Lucky we are to be alive right now! Look around, look around at how Lucky we are to be alive right now! History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be In the greatest city in the world! In the greatest city in the world!

The Schuyler Sisters. Hamilton. Music & lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda. Sung by Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, Aaron Burr, and company.

Ooh! Aah! Ooh! Aah! We switch partners daily To play as we please. Twosies beats onesies, But nothing beats threes. I sleep in the middle, I'm left, And I'm right, But there's room on the bottom If you drop in some night Beedle dee, dee dee dee... Two ladies. Beedle dee, dee dee dee... Two ladies. Beedle dee, dee dee dee, And he's the only man. Ja! Beedle dee, dee dee dee... I like it, Beedle dee, dee dee dee... They like it! Beedle dee, dee dee dee... This tow for one. Beedle dee, deedle dee, deedle dee, Deedle dee, dee! Thank you!

Two Ladies. Cabaret. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Emcee and Lulu and Bobby.

Theodosia writes me a letter every day I'm keeping the bed warm while her husband is away He's on the British side in Georgia He's trying to keep the colonies in line But he can keep all of Georgia Theodosia, she's mine Love doesn't discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep loving anyway We laugh and we cry And we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm by her side When so many have tried Then I'm willing to wait for it I'm willing to wait for it My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher Preacher, preacher, preacher But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya My mother was a genius (genius) My father commanded respect (respect, respect) When they died they left no instructions Just a legacy to protect Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall And we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive When everyone who loves me has died I'm willing to wait for it I'm willing to wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it I am the one thing in life I can control Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it I am inimitable I am an original Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it I'm not falling behind or running late Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it I'm not standing still I am lying in wait Wait Wait Wait Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb Climb Climb Climb He has something to prove He has nothing to lose Lose Lose Lose Lose Hamilton's pace is relentless He wastes no time Time Time Time What is it like in his shoes?

Wait For It. Hamilton. Music & lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda. Sung by Aaron Burr and company.

I've learned to slam on the brake Before I even turn the key Before I make the mistake Before I lead with the worst of me Give them no reason to stare No slipping up if you slip away So I got nothing to share No, I got nothing to say Step out, step out of the sun If you keep getting burned Step out, step out of the sun Because you've learned, because you've learned On the outside, always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? 'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass I'm waving through a window I try to speak, but nobody can hear So I wait around for an answer to appear While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass I'm waving through a window, oh Can anybody see, is anybody waving back at me?

Waving Through a Window. Dear Evan Hansen. Music & lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul. Sung by Evan Hansen and company.

Where'd you come from? Mississippi And your parents? Very wealthy. Where are they now? Six feet under. But she was granted one more start The convent of The Sacred Heart! When'd you get here? 1920 How old were you? Don't remember Then what happened? I met Amos And he stole my heart away Convinced me to elope one day Oh you poor dear I can't believe what you have been through A convent girl! A run-away marriage! Now tell us roxie... Who's Fred Casely? My ex-boyfriend. Why'd you shoot him? I was leavin'. Was he angry? Like a madman Still I said, "Fred, move along." She knew that she was doing wrong. Then describe it. He came toward me. With the pistol? From my bureau. Did you fight him? Like a tiger. He had strength and she had none. And yet we both reached for the gun Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun Oh yes, we both reached for the gun For the gun. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes they both Oh yes, they both Oh yes, they both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun, Oh yes, they both reached for the gun for the gun.

We Both Reached for the Gun. Chicago. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Billy Flynn, Roxie Hart, Mary Sunshine, and Reporters.

What a piece of work is man How noble in reason How infinite in faculties In form and moving How express and admirable In action how like an angel In apprehension how like a god The beauty of the world The paragon of animals I have of late But wherefore I know not Lost all my mirth This goodly frame The earth Seems to me a sterile promontory This most excellent canopy The air-- look you! This brave o'erhanging firmament This majestical roof Fretted with golden fire Why it appears no other thing to me Than a foul and pestilent congregation Of vapors What a piece of work is man How noble in reason

What A Piece of Work is Man. Hair. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics by William Shakespeare. Sung by Tribe duo.

France is following us to revolution There is no more status quo But the sun comes up And the world still spins Aaa-ooo! I helped Lafayette draft a declaration Then I said, 'I gotta go I gotta be in Monticello.' Now the work at home begins... Aaa-ooo! So what'd I miss? What'd I miss? Virginia, my home sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss I've been in Paris meeting lots of different ladies... I guess I basic'lly missed the late eighties... I traveled the wide, wide world and came back to this... Aaa-ooo! There's a letter on my desk from the President Haven't even put my bags down yet Sally be a lamb, darlin', won'tcha open it? It says the President's assembling a cabinet And that I am to be the Secretary of State, great! And that I'm already Senate-approved... I just got home and now I'm headed up to New York Headin' to New York! Headin' to New York! Lookin' at the rolling fields I can't believe that we are free (Believe that we are free) Ready to face Whatever's awaiting Me in N.Y.C. (Me in N.Y.C.) But who's waitin' for me when I step in the place? My friend James Madison, red in the face He grabs my arm and I respond "What's goin' on?" (Aaa-ooo!) Thomas, we are engaged in a battle for our nation's very soul Can you get us out of the mess we're in? Aaa-ooo! Hamilton's new financial plan is nothing less Than government control I've been fighting for the South alone Where have you been? Uh...France Aaa-ooo! We have to win What'd I miss? Wha? Wha? What'd I miss? What'd I miss? I've come home to this? Headfirst into a political abyss! Headfirst, into the abyss! I have my first cabinet meeting today Chik-a-pow! I guess I better think of something to say I'm already on my way (On my way) Let's get to the bottom of this... (What did I miss?) Ahhh ah!

What'd I Miss. Hamilton. Music & lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda. Sung by Jefferson, Madison, Aaron Burr, and company.

Ladies and gentlemen The Keeper of the keys, the Countess of the clink The Mistress of murderers row Matron Mama Morton Ask any of the chickies in my pen They'll tell you I'm the biggest mutha hen I love them all and all of them love me Because the system works, the system called reciprocity Got a little motto Always sees me through When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you They say that life is tit for tat And that's the way I live So, I deserve a lot of tat For what I've got to give Don't you know that this hand Washes that one too? When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you

When You're Good to Mama. Chicago. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Matron "Mama" Morton.

Follow the wind song Follow the thunder Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes Down to the gutter Up to the glitter Into the city Where the truth lies Where do I go Follow my heartbeat Where do I go Follow my hand Where will they lead me And will I ever Discover why I live and die Why do I live (beads, flowers) Why do I die (freedom, happiness) Tell my why (beads, flowers) Tell me where (freedom, happiness) Tell my why (beads, flowers) Tell me why (freedom!)

Where Do I Go. Hair. Music by Galt Macdermot. Lyrics by James Rado and Gerome Ragni. Sung by Claude and Tribe.

Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome! Fremder, étranger, stranger Glücklich zu sehen Je suis enchanté Happy to see you Bleibe, reste, stay Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome! I'm cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret! Meine damen und herren Mes dames et messieurs Ladies and gentlemen Guten abend! Bon soir! Good evening! Wie geht's? Comment sa va? Do you feel good? Ich bin eur confrencier! Je suis votre compère I am your host! Und sage Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome! I'm cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret! Leave your troubles outside So life is disappointing, forget it! In here life is beautiful The girls are beautiful Even the orchestra is beautiful

Willkommen. Cabaret. Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Sung by Emcee and Kit Kat Girls.

I never meant to make it such a mess I never thought that it would go this far So I just stand here sorry Searching for something to say Something to say Words fail, words fail There's nothing I can say I guess I thought I could be part of this I never had this kind of thing before I never had that perfect girl Who somehow could see the good part of me I never had the dad who stuck it out No corny jokes or baseball gloves No mom who just was there 'Cause mom was all that she had to be That's not a worthy explanation I know there is none Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done Words fail, words fail There's nothing I can say Except sometimes, you see everything you wanted And sometimes, you see everything you wish you had And it's right there, right there, right there

Words Fail. Dear Evan Hansen. Music & lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul. Sung by Evan Hansen.

She flutters. How charming. She twitters. My word! She floats. Isn't that alarming? What is she, a bird? She makes me feel I'm--what?-- A very old man. Yes--no! No? But-- I must meet your Gertrude. My Anne. Sorry--Anne. She loves my voice, my walk, my mustache, The cigar, in fact, that I'm smoking. She'll watch me puff until it's just ash, Then she'll save the cigar butt. Bizarre, but You're joking. She dotes on-- Your dimple. My snoring. How dear. The point is, she's really simple. Yes, that much seems clear. She gives me funny names-- Like? "Old Dry-as-Dust." Wouldn't she just? You must meet my wife. Yes, I must, yes, I must. A sea of whims that I submerge in, Yet so loveable in repentance. Unfortunately still a virgin, But you can't force a flower-- Don't finish that sentence! She's monstrous! She's frightened. Unfeeling! Unversed. She'd strike you as unenlightened-- No, I'd strike her first. Her reticence, her apprehension-- Her crust! No! Yes! No! Fredrik! You must meet my wife. Let me get my hat and my knife! What was that? I must meet your wife. Yes, you must. Yes, I must.

You Must Meet My Wife. A Little Night Music. Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Sung by Fredrick and Desiree.

Even when the dark comes crashing through When you need a friend to carry you When you're broken on the ground You will be found So let the sun come streaming in 'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again If you only look around You will be found (You will be found) You will be found (You will be found) You will be found Out of the shadows The morning is breaking And all is new, all is new It's filling up the empty And suddenly I see that All is new, all is new You are not alone You are not alone You are not alone You are not alone You are not alone (You are not alone) You are not alone (You are not alone) You are not You are not alone (You are not alone)

You Will Be Found. Dear Evan Hansen. Music & lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul. Sung by company.

You say The price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay You cry In your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by Why so sad? Remember we made an arrangement when you went away Now you're making me mad Remember, despite our estrangement, I'm your man You'll be back, soon you'll see You'll remember you belong to me You'll be back, time will tell You'll remember that I served you well Oceans rise, empires fall We have seen each other through it all And when push comes to shove I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da Da da dat dat da ya da! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da Da da dat dat da... You say our love is draining and you can't go on You'll be the one complaining when I am gone... And no, don't change the subject Cuz you're my favorite subject My sweet, submissive subject My loyal, royal subject Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever...

You'll Be Back. Hamilton. Music & lyrics by Lin Manuel Miranda. Sung by King George.