Final Songs

He's our kind of a guyAnd ooh what luck 'cause here he is Is everybody here?Is everybody ready? Hit it I don't care about expensive thingsCashmere coats, diamond ringsDon't mean a thingAll I care about is loveThat's what I'm here for I don't care for wearin' silk cravatsRuby studs, satin spatsDon't mean a thingAll I care about is loveAll he cares about is love Give me two eyes of blueSoftly saying, "I need you"Let me see her standin' thereAnd honest, mister, I'm a millionaire I don't care for any fine attireVanderbilt might admireNo, no, not meAll I care about is loveAll he cares about is love It may be sound oddBut all I care about is loveThat's what he's here forHonest to godAll I care about is love Show me long, long raven hairFlowin' down, about to thereWhen I see her runnin' freeKeep your money, that's enough for me I don't care for drivin' Packard carsOr smoking long buck cigarsNo, no, not meAll I care about is Doin' the guy in who's pickin on youTwistin' the wrist that's turnin' the screwAll I care about is love

All I Care About is Love Chicago John Kandor Fred Ebb Billy Flynn

I know what you're thinking?You wonder why I chose herOut of all the ladies in the worldThat's just a first impression?What good's a first impression?If you knew her like I doIt would change your point of viewIf you could see her through my eyesYou wouldn't wonder at allIf you could see her through my eyesI guarantee you would fall like I didWhen we're in public togetherI hear society groanBut if they could see her through my eyesMaybe they'd leave us aloneHow can I speak of her virtues?I don't know where to begin:She's clever, she's smart, she reads musicShe doesn't smoke or drink gin like I doYet when we're walking togetherThey sneer if I'm holding her handBut if they could see her through my eyesMaybe they'd all understand[They waltz] I understand your objectionI grant you the problem's not smallBut if you could see her through my eyesShe wouldn't look Jewish at all!

If You Could See Her Through My Eyes Cabaret John Kandor Fred Ebb Emcee

When I wake up in the afternoonWhich it pleases me to doDon't nobody bring me no bad news'Cause I wake up already negativeAnd I've wired up my fuseSo don't nobody bring me no bad news If we're going to be buddiesBetter bone up on the rules'Cause don't nobody bring me no bad newsYou can be my best of friendsAs opposed to payin' duesBut don't nobody bring me no bad news No bad news, no bad newsDon't you ever bring me no bad news'Cause I'll make you an offer, childThat you cannot refuseSo don't nobody bring me no bad news When you're talking to meDon't be cryin' the blues'Cause don't nobody bring me no bad newsYou can verbalize and vocalizeBut just bring me the cluesBut don't nobody bring me no bad news Bring some message in your headOr in something you can't loseBut don't you ever bring me no bad newsIf you're gonna bring me somethingBring me, something I can useBut don't you bring me no bad news

Don't Nobody Bring Me No Bad News The Wiz Charlie Smalls Evilene

LOVETT:Seems an awful waste...Such a nice, plump frameWot's 'is name has...Had...Has!Nor it can't be traced...Bus'ness needs a lift,Debts to be erased...Think of it as thrift,As a gift,If you get my drift! No? Seems an awful waste...I mean, with the price of meatWhat it is,When you get it,If you get it... TODD: HAH!LOVETT:Good, you got it! Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!Bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast!And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most!And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste! TODD:Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notionLOVETT:Well, it does seem a waste... TODD:Eminently practicalAnd yet appropriate as always!LOVETT:It's an idea... TODD:Mrs. Lovett, how I've livedWithout you all these years, I'll never know!How delectable!Also undetectable!LOVETT:Think about it!Lots of other gentlemen'llSoon be comin' for a shave,Won't they?Think ofAll themPies! TODD:How choice! HowRare! TODD:For what's the sound of the world out there?LOVETT:What, Mr. Todd?What, Mr. Todd?What is that sound?TODD:Those crunching noises pervading the air!LOVETT:Yes, Mr. Todd!Yes, Mr. Todd!Yes, all around!TODD:It's man devouring man, my dear!BOTH:And [LOVETT: Then] who are we to deny it in here? TODD: (spoken) These are desperate times,Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!LOVETT: Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!TODD: What is that? LOVETT:It's priest. Have a little priest.TODD:Is it really good?LOVETT:Sir, it's too good, at least!Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh,So it's pretty fresh.TODD:Awful lot of fat.LOVETT:Only where it sat.TODD:Haven't you got poet, or something like that?LOVETT:No, y'see, the trouble with poet is'Ow do you know it's deceased?Try the priest! TODD: (spoken) Heavenly!Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps,But then again, not as bland as curate, either! LOVETT:And good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more!Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays! Lawyer's rather nice.TODD:If it's for a price.LOVETT:Order something else, though, to follow,Since no one should swallow it twice!TODD:Anything that's lean.LOVETT: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!TODD:Is that squire,On the fire?LOVETT:Mercy no, sir, look closer,You'll notice it's grocer!TODD:Looks thicker,More like vicar!LOVETT:No, it has to be grocer --It's green! TODD:The history of the world, my love --LOVETT:Save a lot of graves,Do a lot of relatives favors!TODD:Is those below serving those up above!LOVETT:Ev'rybody shaves,So there should be plenty of flavors!TODD:How gratifying for once to knowBOTH:That those above will serve those down below! LOVETT: (spoken) Now let's see, here... We've got tinker.TODD: Something... pinker.LOVETT: Tailor?TODD: Paler.LOVETT: Butler?TODD: Subtler.LOVETT: Potter?TODD: Hotter.LOVETT: Locksmith? Lovely bit of clerk.TODD:Maybe for a lark.LOVETT:Then again there's sweepIf you want it cheapAnd you like it dark!Try the financier,Peak of his career!TODD:That looks pretty rank.LOVETT:Well, he drank,It's a bankCashier.Never really sold.Maybe it was old.TODD:Have you any Beadle?LOVETT:Next week, so I'm told!Beadle isn't bad till you smell it andNotice 'ow well it's been greased...Stick to priest! Now then, this might be a little bit stringy,But then of course it's... fiddle player!TODD: No, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player!LOVETT: 'Ow can you tell?TODD: It's piping hot!LOVETT: Then blow on it first! TODD:The history of the world, my sweet --LOVETT:Oh, Mr. Todd,Ooh, Mr. Todd,What does it tell?TODD:Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat!LOVETT:And, Mr. Todd,Too, Mr. Todd,Who gets to sell!TODD:But fortunately, it's also clearBOTH:That [L: But] ev'rybody goes down well with beer! LOVETT: (spoken)Since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral?TODD: Too salty. I prefer general.LOVETT: With, or without his privates? "With" is extra. TODD: What is that?LOVETT:It's fop.Finest in the shop.And we have some shepherd's pie pepperedWith actual shepherd on top!And I've just begun --Here's the politician, so oilyIt's served with a doily,Have one!TODD:Put it on a bun.Well, you never know if it's going to run!LOVETT:Try the friar,Fried, it's drier!TODD:No, the clergy is reallyToo coarse and too mealy!LOVETT:Then actor,That's compacter!TODD:Yes, and always arrives overdone!I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu! LOVETT: (spoken) Wait! True, we don't have judge yet,But we've got something you might fancy even better.TODD: What's that?LOVETT: Executioner! TODD:Have charity towards the world, my pet!LOVETT:Yes, yes, I know, my love!TODD:We'll take the customers that we can get!LOVETT:High-born and low, my love!TODD:We'll not discriminate great from small!No, we'll serve anyone,Meaning anyone,BOTH:And to anyoneAt all!

A Little Priest Sweeney Todd Stephen Sondheim Todd and 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.ANNE: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--PETRA:We're invited?ANNE:What a horrible plot!A weekend in the country--PETRA:I'm excited!ANNE:No, you're not.PETRA:A weekend in the country, just imagine--ANNE:It's completely depraved.PETRA:A weekend in the country!ANNE:It's insulting.PETRA:It's engraved.ANNE:It's that woman, it's that Armfeldt!PETRA:Oh, the actress?ANNE:No, the ghoul!She may hope to make her charm felt,But she's mad if she thinks I would be such a foolAs to weekend in the country.PETRA:How insulting!ANNE:And I've nothing to wear.ANNE & PETRA:A weekend in the country--ANNE [hands the invitation back to Petra]:Here! The last place I'm going is there.[Later]PETRA [to Fredrik]:Guess what? An invitation!ANNE:Guess who? Begins with an "A.""Armfeldt"--is that a relationTo the decrepit Desiree?PETRA:Guess when we're asked to go, sir?See, sir, the date there.Guess where? A fancy chateau, sir!ANNE:Guess, too, who's lying in wait there,Setting her traps,Fixing her face--FREDRIK:Darling, perhapsA change of pace--ANNE:Oh, no!FREDRIK:A weekend in the countryWould be charming,And the air would be fresh.ANNE:A weekend with that woman?FREDRIK:In the country--ANNE:In the flesh.FREDRIK:I've some business with her mother.PETRA:See, it's business.ANNE:Oh, no doubt!But the business with her motherWould be hardly the business I'd worry about.FREDRIK & PETRA:Just a weekend in the country--FREDRIK:Smelling jasmine--ANNE:Watching little things grow.FREDRIK & PETRA:A weekend in the country.ANNE:Go!FREDRIK:My darling, we'll simply say no.ANNE:Oh.[Later]ANNE [to Charlotte]:A weekend!CHARLOTTE:How very amusing.ANNE:A weekend!CHARLOTTE:But also inept.ANNE:A weekend; of course we're refusing.CHARLOTTE:Au contraire! You must accept!ANNE:Oh, no!CHARLOTTE:A weekend in the country--ANNE:But it's frightful!CHARLOTTE:No, you don't understand.A weekend in the countryIs delightfulIf it's planned.Wear your hair down, and a flower,Don't use makeup, dress in white.She'll grow older by the hourAnd be hopelessly shattered by Saturday night.Spend a weekend in the country.ANNE:We'll accept it!CHARLOTTE:I'd a feeling you would.ANNE & CHARLOTTE:A weekend in the country--ANNE:Yes, it's only polite that we should.CHARLOTTE:Good.[Later]CARL-MAGNUS:Well?CHARLOTTE:I've an intriguing little social item--CARL-MAGNUS:Well?CHARLOTTE:Out of the Armfeldt family manse.CARL-MAGNUS:Well, what?CHARLOTTE:Merely a weekend, still, I thought it might am-Use you to knowWho's invited to go,This time with his pants.CARL-MAGNUS:You don't mean...CHARLOTTE:I'll give you three guesses.CARL-MAGNUS:She wouldn't...CHARLOTTE:Reduce it to two.CARL-MAGNUS:It can't be...CHARLOTTE:It nevertheless is.CARL-MAGNUS:Egerman!CHARLOTTE:Right! Score one for you.CARL-MAGNUS:A-ha!CHARLOTTE:A-ha!CARL-MAGNUS:A-ha...CHARLOTTE:A-ha?CARL-MAGNUS:A weekend in the country,We should try it.CHARLOTTE:How I wish we'd been asked.CARL-MAGNUS:A weekend in the country,Peace and quiet--CHARLOTTE:We'll go masked.CARL-MAGNUS:A weekend in the country...CHARLOTTE:Uninvited?They'll consider it odd.CARL-MAGNUS:A weekend in the country,I'm delighted.CHARLOTTE:Oh, my god.CARL-MAGNUS:And the shooting should be pleasantIf the weather's not too rough.Happy birthday, it's your present.CHARLOTTE:But--CARL-MAGNUS:You haven't been getting out nearly enough.And a weekend in the country--CHARLOTTE:It's perverted!CARL-MAGNUS:Pack my quiver and bow.CHARLOTTE & CARL-MAGNUS:A weekend in the country--CARL-MAGNUS:At exactly 2:30, we go.CHARLOTTE:We can't.CARL-MAGNUS:We shall!CHARLOTTE:We shan't!CARL-MAGNUS:I'm getting the carAnd we're motoring down.CHARLOTTE:Yes, I'm certain you are,And I'm staying in town.CARL-MAGNUS: ANNE:Go and pack my suits! We'll go.CHARLOTTE: PETRA:I won't! Oh, good!CARL-MAGNUS: FREDRIK:My boots! We will?Pack everything I own that shoots!ANNE:CHARLOTTE: We should.No! Pack everything white.CARL-MAGNUS: PETRA:Charlotte! Ma'am, it's wonderful news!CHARLOTTE: FREDRIK:I'm thinking it out. Are you sure it's all right?CARL-MAGNUS: ANNE:Charlotte! We'd be rude to refuse.CHARLOTTE: FREDRIK:There's no need to shout. Then we're off!CARL-MAGNUS: PETRA: We are?Charlotte!FREDRIK: We'll take the car!CHARLOTTE:All right, then-- ALL THREE:We'll bring champagne and caviar!ALL:We're off on our way,What a beautiful dayFor a weekend in the country,How amusing,How delightfully droll.A weekend in the country,While we're losingOur control.A weekend in the country,How enchanting,On the manicured lawns.A weekend in the country,With the pantingAnd the yawns.With the crickets and the pheasantsAnd the orchards and the hay,With the servants and the peasants,We'll be laying our plans while we're playing croquetFor a weekend in the country,So inactiveThat one has to lie down.A weekend in the countryWhere--HENRIK:A weekend in the country, the bees in their hives,The shallow worldly figures, the frivolous lives.The devil's companions know not whom they serve,It might be instructive to observe.CARL-MAGNUS: FREDRIK: HENRIK:Charlotte! We're off! A weekend in the country,The beesCHARLOTTE: PETRA: In their hives...I'm thinking We are?It out.FREDRIK & ANNE:CARL-MAGNUS: We'll takeCharlotte! The car.MRS. SEGSTROM & MRS.CHARLOTTE: FREDRIK, ANNE, PETRA: ANDERSSEN:There's no need We'll bring champagne We're off! We are?To shout. And caviar! We'll take the car!We'll bringMRS. NORDSTROM, MR. CARL-MAGNUS, ChampagneERLANSEN, MR. LINDQUIST: CHARLOTTE, And caviar...We're off on our way, FREDRIK,What a beautiful day, ANNE & PETRA: HENRIK:We're laying our plans We're off on The bees inWhile we're playing croquet, Our way, Their hives...Controlling ourselves What aWhile strolling the lawns, BeautifulConfiding our motives Day...While hiding our yawns...QUINTET: THE REST:The weather is spectacular! We're off on our way,What a beautiful day!ALL:With riotous laughter we quietly sufferThe season in town, which is reason enough forA weekend in the country,How amusing,How delightfully droll.A weekend in the country,While we're losingOur control.A weekend in the country,How enchanting,On the manicured lawns.A weekend in the country,With the pantingAnd the yawns.With the crickets and the pheasantsAnd the orchards and the hay,With the servants and the peasants,We'll be laying our plans while we're playing croquetFor a weekend in the country,So inactiveThat one has to lie down.A weekend in the countryWhereWe're twice as upset as inTwice as upset as inTwice as upset as inTwice as upset as in...CARL-MAGNUS: CHARLOTTE: ANNE, PETRA: FREDRIK: QUINTET:Charlotte, We're A weekend! Are you sure Twice as upsetWe're going! Uninvited! A weekend! You want to go? As inCharlotte, We're A weekend! Are you sure Twice as upsetWe're going! Uninvited! A weekend! You want to go? As inCharlotte, We're A weekend! Are you sure Twice as upsetWe're going! Uninvited! A weekend! You want to go As inCharlotte, We're A weekend! Away and leave, Twice as upsetWe're going! Uninvited! A weekend! Go and leave As inWe should A weekend! Twice as upsetStay in... In As in

A Weekend in the Country A Little Night Music Stephen Sondheim Petra, Anne, Fredrick, Charlotte, Henrick, Count Carl Magnus

Come on babeWhy don't we paint the town?And all that Jazz I'm gonna rouge my kneesAnd roll my stockings downAnd all that jazz Start the carI know a whoopee spotWhere the gin is coldBut the piano's hot It's just a noisy hallWhere there's a nightly brawlAnd allThatJazz Slick your hairAnd wear your buckle shoesAnd all that Jazz I hear that Father DipIs gonna blow the bluesAnd all that Jazz Hold on, hunWe're gonna bunny hugI bought some aspirinDown at United DrugIn case you shake apartAnd want a brand new startTo do that- Jazz Skit two! And all that Jazz Hotshot!Whoopee! And all that Jazz Ha! Ha! Ha! Find a flaskWe're playing fast and loose And all that jazz Right up hereIs where I store the juice And all that jazz Come on, babeWe're gonna brush the skyI bet you lucky LindyNever flew so high'Cause in the stratosphereHow could he lend an earTo all that Jazz? Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake And all that jazz Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break And all that jazz Show her where to park her girdleOh, her mother's blood'd curdle And If she hears her baby squealIt's For all that jazz And all that jazz And all that jazz Come on babeWhy don't we paintThe town?And all that jazz I'm gonnaRouge my kneesAnd roll myStockings downAnd all that jazz Start the carI know a whoopee spotWhere the gin is coldBut the piano's hotIt's just a noisy hallWhere there's a nightly brawlAnd all that Jazz No, I'm no one's wifeBut, oh, I love my lifeAnd all that Jazz! That Jazz!

All that Jazz Chicago John Kandor Fred Ebb Velma Kelly and Company

And the money kept rolling in from every sideEva's pretty hands reached out and they reached wideNow you may feel it should have been a voluntary causeBut that's not the point my friends When the money keeps rolling in you don't ask howThink of all the people guaranteed a good time nowEva's called the hungry to her, open up the doorsNever been a fund like the Foundation Eva Peron Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin' on in, rollin' on inRollin' on in, rollin' on inOn in Would you like to try a college education?Own your landlord's house, take the family on vacation?Eva and her blessed fund can make your dreams come trueHere's all you have to do my friends Write your name and your dream on a card or a pad or a ticketThrow it high in the air and should our lady pick itShe will change your way of life for a week or even twoName me anyone who cares as much as Eva Peron Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin' on out, rollin' on outRollin' on out, rollin' on outOn out And the money kept rolling out in all directionsTo the poor, to the weak, to the destitute of all complexionsNow cynics claim a little of the cash has gone astrayBut that's not the point my friends When the money keeps rolling out you don't keep booksYou can tell you've done well by the happy, grateful looksAccountants only slow things down, figures get in the wayNever been a lady loved as much as Eva Peron

And the Money Kept Rolling in Evita Andrew Lloyd Webber Tim Rice Che and company

When the moon is in the Seventh HouseAnd Jupiter aligns with MarsThen peace will guide the planetsAnd love will steer the stars This is the dawning of the Age of AquariusThe Age of AquariusAquarius! Aquarius! Harmony and understandingSympathy and trust aboundingNo more falsehoods or derisionsGolden living dreams of visionsMystic crystal revelationAnd the mind's true liberationAquarius! Aquarius! When the moon is in the Seventh HouseAnd Jupiter aligns with MarsThen peace will guide the planetsAnd love will steer the stars This is the dawning of the Age of AquariusThe Age of AquariusAquarius! Aquarius! Harmony and understandingSympathy and trust aboundingNo more falsehoods or decisionsGolden living dreams of visionsMystic crystal revelationAnd the mind's true liberationAquarius! Aquarius!

Aquarius Hair Galt Macdermot James Rado and Gerome Ragni Dionne and Tribe

Attend the tale of Sweeney ToddHis skin was pale and his eye was oddHe shaved the faces of gentlemenWho never thereafter were heard of againHe trod a path that few have trodDid Sweeney ToddThe demon barber of Fleet street He kept a shop in London TownOf fancy clients and good renownAnd what if none of their souls were saved?They went to their maker impeccably shavedBy SweeneyBy Sweeney ToddThe demon barber of Fleet street Swing your razor wide, SweeneyHold it to the skiesFreely flows the blood of those who moralize His needs were few, his room was bareA lavabo and a fancy chairA mug of suds and a leather stropAn apron, a towel, a pail and a mopFor neatness he deserved a nodDid Sweeney ToddThe demon barber of Fleet street Inconspicuous, Sweeney wasQuick and quiet and clean, he wasBack of his smile, under his wordSweeney heard music that nobody heard Sweeney pondered and Sweeney plannedLike a perfect machine, he plannedSweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtleSweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney, SweeneySweeney Attend the tale of Sweeney ToddHe served a dark and a vengeful godWhat happened then, well, that's the playAnd he wouldn't want us to give it awayNot SweeneyNot Sweeney ToddThe demon barber of Fleet street

Ballad of Sweeney Todd Sweeney Todd Stephen Sondheim Todd and Company

I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you!You'll be on me too! I get out here, Buenos Aires!Stand back!You oughta know whatcha gonna get in me!Just a little touch of star quality! Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me Let me dance to your beat, make it loud, let it hurt, run it through me Don't hold back, you are certain to impress Tell the driver this is where I'm staying! Hello, Buenos Aires!Get this!Just look at me dressed up, somewhere to go,We'll put on a show! Take me in at your flood, give me speed, ive me lights, set me humming Shoot me up with your blood, wine me up, with your nights, watch me coming! All I want is a whole lot of excess!Tell the singer this is where I'm playing! Stand back, Buenos Aires!Because...You oughta know whatcha gonna get in meJust a little touch of star quality And if ever I go too farIt's because of the things you areBeautiful town, I love you!And if I need a moment's restGive your lover the very best!Real eiderdown and silence You're a tramp, you're a treat, you will shine to the death, you are shoddy! But you're flesh, you are meat, you shall have every breath in my body! Put me down for a lifetime of success! Give me credit, I'll find ways of paying Rio de la Plata,Florida, Corrientes, Nueve de JulioAll I want to know! Stand back, Buenos Aires!Because...You oughta know whatcha gonna get in meJust a little touch of...Just a little touch of...Just a little touch of star quality!

Buenos Aires Evita Andrew Lloyd Webber Tim Rice Eva

Eat you up, I really could!You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd? (kiss)What I dream (kiss)If the business stays as good?Where I'd really like to go,In a year or so?Don't you want to know? TODD: (spoken) Yes, yes, of course. LOVETT: Do you really want to know? TODD: (spoken) Yes, I do, I do. LOVETT: (spoken) I've always had this dream...Ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing and my rich AuntNettie used to take me down to the seaside August Bank Holiday...The pier... Makin' little castles in the sand...Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin' around in the briney! By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet,By the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you'd love it!You and me, Mr. T, we could be aloneIn a house wot we'd almost own,Down by the sea!Wouldn't that be smashing? TODD: Anything you say... LOVETT:With the sea at our gate, we'll have kippered herringWot have swum to us straight from the Straits of Bering!Ev'ry night, in the kip, when we're through our kippers,I'll be there slippin' off your slippers!By the sea,With the fishies splashing!By the sea!Wouldn't that be smashing? TODD: Anything you say, anything you say... LOVETT:I can hear us wakin, 'The breakers breakin, 'The seagulls squawkin, ''Hoo, hoo!'I do me bakin, 'Then I go walkin'With you-hoo!Yoo-hoo!I'll warm me bones on the esplanade,Have tea and scones with me gay young blade,Then I'll knit a sweaterWhile you write a letterUnless we've got better to do-hoo! TODD: Anything you say... LOVETT:Think how snug it'll be underneath our flannelWhen it's just you and me and the English Channel!In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy,We'll have chums over ev'ry Friday!By the sea!Don'tcha 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, rich navy, and me... stripes, perhaps. It'll be so quiet,That who'll come by it,Except a seagullHoo, hoo!We shouldn't try it,Though, 'til it's legal for two-hoo!But a seaside wedding could be devised,Me rumpled bedding legitimized!Me eyelids'll flutter,I'll turn into butter,The moment I mutter I do-hoo! By the sea, in our nest, we could share our kippersWith the odd payin' guest from the weekend trippers,Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in,Now and then, you could do the guest in!By the sea,Married nice and proper!By the sea,Bring along your chopper!To the seaside,Hoo, hoo!By the beautiful sea!

By the Sea Sweeney Todd Stephen Sondheim Todd and Lovett

He had it comin'He only had himself to blameIf you'd have been thereIf you'd have seen it I betcha you would have done the same Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, LipschitzPop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz You know how people have these little habits that get you downLike BernieBernie, he liked to chew gumNo, not chew, popSo I came home this one dayAnd I'm really irritatedAnd I'm looking for a little bit o' sympathyAnd 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 didSo I took the shotgun off the wallAnd I fired two warning shotsInto his head He had it comin'He had it comin'He only had himself to blameIf you'd have been thereIf you'd have heard itI betcha you would have done the same I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years agoAnd he told me he was singleAnd we hit it off right awaySo, we started living togetherHe'd go to work, he'd come homeI'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinnerAnd then I found out"Single" he told meSingle, my assNot only was he marriedOh no, he had six wivesOne of those Mormons, you knowSo that night when he came home from workI fixed him his drink as usualYou know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic He had it comin'He had it comin'He took a flowerIn its primeAnd then he used itAnd he abused itIt was a murderBut not a crime(Uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz) Now, I'm standing in the kitchenCarvin' up a chicken for dinnerMinding my own businessIn storms my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage"You been screwin' the milkman, " he saysHe was crazyAnd he kept on screamin'"You been screwin' the milkman"And then he ran into my knifeHe ran into my knife ten times

Cell Block Tango Chicago John Kandor Fred Ebb 6 Merry Murderesses of the Cook County Jail

To feed your own ambition So though I can't imagine howI hope you're happy right now Elphie, listen to me, just say you're sorryYou can still be with the WizardWhat you've worked and waited forYou can have all you ever wanted I knowBut I don't want itNo, I can't want itAnymore Something has changed within meSomething is not the sameI'm through with playing by the rulesOf someone else's game Too late for second guessingToo late to go back to sleepIt's time to trust my instinctsClose my eyes and leap It's time to tryDefying gravityI think I'll tryDefying gravityAnd you can't pull me down Can't I make you understand?You're having delusions of grandeur I'm through accepting limits'Cause someone says they're soSome things I cannot changeBut till I try, I'll never know Too long I've been afraid ofLosing love I guess I've lostWell, if that's loveIt comes at much too high a cost I'd sooner buyDefying gravityKiss me goodbyeI'm defying gravityAnd you can't pull me down Glinda, come with meThink of what we could do together Unlimited, together we're unlimitedTogether we'll be the greatest teamThere's ever been, GlindaDreams, the way we planned 'emIf we work in tandem There's no fight we cannot winJust you and IDefying gravityWith you and IDefying gravityThey'll never bring us downWell? Are you coming? I hope you're happyNow that you're choosing thisYou tooI hope it brings you bliss I really hope you get itAnd you don't live to regret itI hope you're happy in the endI hope you're happy, my friend So if you care to find meLook to the western skyAs someone told me lately"Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly" And if I'm flying soloAt least I'm flying freeTo those who'd ground meTake a message back from me Tell them how I amDefying gravityI'm flying highDefying gravityAnd soon I'll match them in renown And nobody in all of OzNo Wizard that there is or wasIs ever gonna bring me down I hope you're happyLook at her, she's wicked

Defying Gravity Wicked Stephen Schwarts Elphaba, Galinda, Ozians

It won't be easy, you'll think it strangeWhen I try to explain how I feelThat I still need your love after all that I've done You won't believe meAll you will see is a girl you once knewAlthough she's dressed up to the ninesAt sixes and sevens with you I had to let it happen, I had to changeCouldn't stay all my life down at heelLooking out of the window, staying out of the sun So I chose freedomRunning around, trying everything newBut nothing impressed me at allI never expected it to Don't cry for me ArgentinaThe truth is I never left youAll through my wild daysMy mad existenceI kept my promiseDon't keep your distance And as for fortune, and as for fameI never invited them in

Don't Cry for Me Argentina Evita Andrew Lloyd Webber Tim Rice Eva

Oh, once upon a lookin'-for-Donna-time,There was a sixteen-year-old virgin;Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh,Lookin' for my Donna. I just got back from lookin' for Donna,San Francisco,Psychedelic urchin;Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh,Lookin' for my Donna. Have you seenMy sixteen-year-old tattooed woman?Heard a story:She got busted for her beauty! Once upon a lookin'-for-Donna-time,There was a sixteen-year-old virgin;Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh,Lookin' 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 riseBefore we fall...Before we fall... Once upon a lookin'-for-Donna-time,There was a sixteen-year-old virgin;Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh,Lookin' for my Donna. And I'm going to show herLife on earth can be sweet,Gonna lay my mutated self at her feet,And I'm gonna love her, make love to herTill the sky turns brown...I'm evolving, I'm evolvingThrough the drugsThat you put down... Once upon a lookin'-for-Donna-time,There was a sixteen-year-old virgin;Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh,Looking for my Donna,Looking for my Donna,Looking for my Donna,Donna!

Donna Hair Galt Macdermot James Rado and Gerome Ragni Burger and Tribe

Ease on down, ease on down the roadCome on, ease on downEase on down the roadDon't you carry nothingThat might be a loadCome on, ease on downEase on down the road Come on, ease on down, ease on down the roadCome on, ease on down, ease on down the roadDon't you carry nothingThat might be a loadCome on, ease on down, ease on down, down the road Pick your left foot upWhen your right foot's downCome on legs keep movin'Don't you lose no groundYou just keep on keepin'On the road that you chooseDon't you give up walkin'Cause you gave up shoes, no Ease on down, ease on down the roadCome on, ease on downEase on down the roadDon't you carry nothingThat might be a loadCome on, ease on downEase on down the road Cause there maybe timesWhen you think you lost your mindAnd the steps you're takin'Leave you three, four steps behindBut the road you're walkingMight be long sometimesYou just keep on steppin'And you'll just be fine, yeah Ease on down, ease on down the roadCome on, ease on downEase on down the roadDon't you carry nothingThat might be a loadCome on, ease on downEase on down the road Well there maybe timesWhen you wish you wasn't bornAnd you wake one morningJust to find your courage's goneBut just know that feelingOnly last a little while

Ease on Down the Road The Wiz Charlie Smalls Scarecrow and Dorothy

I could while away the hoursConferrin' with the flowers,Consulting with the rain;And my head I'd be a scratchin'While my thoughts are busy hatchin'If I only had a brain. I'd unravel ev'ry riddle for myIndividdleIn trouble or in painWith the thoughts that you'll be thinkin'You could be another LincolnIf you only had a brain. Oh, I, could tell you whyThe oceans near the shoreI could think of things I'd neverThunk before,And then I'd sit down and think some more. I would not be just a muffin',My head all full of stuffin',My heart all full of pain;And perhaps I'd deserve you and beEven worthy even youIf I only had a brain.

If I Only Had a Brain The Wizard of Oz Harold Arlin E Y Harburg Scarecrow

Every day a little death,In the parlour, in the bed,In the curtains, in the silver,In the buttons, in the bread.Everyday a little sting,In the heart and in the head.Every move and every breath,And you hardly feel a thing,Brings a perfect little death. 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. Anne: So do I!So do I. Charlotte: 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. Anne: Oh, how true. Charlotte: Ah, well.Everyday a little death.Anne: Everyday a little death. Charlotte: In the parlour, in the bed.Anne: In the looks and in the acts. Charlotte: In the curtains, in the silver,In the buttons, in the bread.Anne: In the murmurs, in the gestures,In the pauses, in the sighs. Charlotte: Everyday a little sting.Anne: Everyday a little dies. Charlotte: In the heart and in the head.Anne: In the looks and in the lies. Charlotte: Every move and every breath,Both: And you hardly feel a thing,Brings a perfect little death.

Everyday a Little Death A Little Night Music Stephen Sondheim Charlotte and Anne

We're off to see the WizardThe wonderful Wizard of OzWe hear he is a whiz of a wizIf ever a wiz there wasIf ever, oh ever a wiz there was The Wizard of Oz is one becauseBecause, because, because, because, becauseBecause of the wonderful things he doesWe're off to see the WizardThe wonderful Wizard of Oz We're off to see the WizardThe wonderful Wizard of OzWe hear he is a whiz of a wizIf ever a wiz there wasIf ever, oh, ever a wiz there was The Wizard of Oz is one becauseBecause, because, because, because, becauseBecause of the wonderful things he doesWe're off to see the WizardThe wonderful Wizard of Oz

Follow the Yellow Brick Road/You're Off to See the Wizard The Wizard of Oz Harold Arlin E Y Harburg Munchkins

She is in every magazineBeen photographed, seen, she is knownWe don't like to rush, but your case has been packedIf she's missed anything, you could give her a ringBut she won't always answer the phone Oh but it's sad when a love affair diesBut we have pretended enoughIt's best that we both stop fooling ourselves Which means ... There is no one, no one at allNever has been, and never will be a lover, male or femaleWho hasn't an eye on, in fact they rely onTricks they can try on their partnerThey're hoping their lover will help them or keep themSupport them, promote themDon't blame them, you're the same Goodnight and thank you EmilioYou've completed your taskWhat more can we ask of you now?Please sign the book on the way out the doorAnd that will be all, if she needs you she'll callBut I don't think that's likely somehow Oh but it's sad when a love affair diesBut when we were hot, we were hotI know you'll look back on the good times We've sharedWhich means ... here is no one, no one at allNever has been, and never will be a lover, male or femaleWho hasn't an eye on, in fact they rely onTricks they can try on their partnerThey're hoping their lover will help them or keep themSupport them, promote themDon't blame her, you're the same There is no soap, no soap like ZazNo detergent, lotion, or oil with such power in the showerIt's the mother and father of luxury latherThe talk of the bath, the great ointmentOne little frolic with new Zaz carbolicYou're scented, you'll be sent Goodnight and thank you Senor JabonWe are grateful you found her a spot on the sound radioWe'll think of you every time she's on the airWe'd love you to stay but you'd be in the waySo do up your trousers and go Oh but it's sad when a love affair diesThe decline into silence and doubtOur passion was just too intense to survive Which means ... This is a club I should never have joinedSomeone has made us look foolsArgentine men call the sexual shotsSomeone has altered the rules Fame on the wireless as far as it goesIs all very well but every girl knows She needs a man she can monopolizeWith fingers in dozens of different pies Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies

Goodnight and Thank You Evita Andrew Lloyd Webber Tim Rice Che, Eva, chorus

She asks me why, I'm just a hairy guyI'm hairy noon and night, hair that's a frightI'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, Don't knowIt's not for lack of bread, like the Grateful Dead Darlin', give me a head with hair, long beautiful hairShining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxenGive me down to there hair, shoulder length or longerHere, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddyHair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the treesGive a home to the fleas in my hairA home for fleas, (yeah) a hive to bees, (yeah) a nest for birdsThere ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of myHair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggyRatty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleamingStreaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka dottedTwisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confettiedBangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettiedThey'll be ga ga at the go go when they see me in my togaMy toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hairMy hair like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah, I adore itHallelujah; Mary loved her son, why don't my mother love me?Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hairFlow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair

Hair Hair Galt Macdermot James Rado and Gerome Ragni Claude, Burger, Tribe

Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em.I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight.We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot nightlaughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the roomthen you walked in and my heart went"Boom!"Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroomeverybody'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." (Oooh)My sister made her way across the room to you (Oooh)and I got nervous, thinking"What's she gonna do?" (Oooh)She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin'"I'm through" (Oooh)Then you look back at me and suddenly I'mHelpless!Look into your eyes, (Oh, look at those eyes, )And the sky's the limit (Oh!)I'm helpless, (I know)Down for the countAnd I'm drownin' in 'em.I'm helpless! (I'm so into you, )Look into your eyes, (I am so.)And the sky's the limit (into you.)I'm helpless! (I know, )I'm down for the countAnd I'm drownin'in 'em.Where are you taking me?I'm about to change your life.Then by all means, lead the way.Elizabeth Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you.Schuyler?My sister.Thank you for all your serviceIf it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it willhave been worth it.I'll leave you to it.One week laterI'm writin' a letter nightly.Now my life gets betterevery letter that you write me.Laughin' at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem.I'm just sayin', if you really loved meyou would share him.Ha! Two weeks laterIn the living room stressin'my father's stonefacedwhile you're asking for his blessin'.I'm dying inside, as you wine and dineand I'm tryin' not to cry, 'causethere's nothing that your mind can't do. (Oooh)My father makes his way across the room to you. (Oooh)I panic for a second, thinking"we're through" (Oooh)But then he shakes your hand and says"Be true" (Oooh)And you turn back to me, smiling, and I'mHelpless!Look into your eyesand the sky's the limit I'mHelpless!Hoo! Down for the countand I'm drownin' in 'em I'mhelpless!he's mine, that boy is mine!Look into your eyesAnd the sky's the limit I'mHelpless! Helpless!Down for the count, and I'm drownin'in 'emEliza, I don't have a dollar to my namean acre of land, a troop to commanda dollop of fame.All I have's my honor, a tolerance for paina couple of college credits and my top-notch brain.Insane, your family brings out a different side of mePeggy confides in me, Angelica tried to take a bite of meno stress, my love for you is never in doubt.We'll get a little place in Harlem and we'll figure it out.I've been livin' without a family since I was a child.My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild.But I'll never forget my mother's face, that was realand long as I'm alive, Eliza, swear to God, you'll never feel so(Helpless!) I do I do I do I do!

Helpless Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda Angelica, Peggy, Eliza, Hamilton

I think of a place where there's love overflowingI wish I was homeI wish I was back there with the things I been knowing Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaningSuddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaningSprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean Maybe there's a chance for me to go back thereNow that I have some directionIt would sure be nice to be back homeWhere there's love and affectionAnd just maybe I can convince time to slow upGiving me enough time in my life to grow upTime be my friend, let me start again Suddenly my world has changed it's faceBut I still know where I'm goingI have had my mind spun around in spaceAnd yet I've watched it growing If you're list'ning GodPlease don't make it hard to knowIf we should believe in the things that we seeTell us, should we run awayShould we try and stayOr would it be better just to let things be? Living here, in this brand new worldMight be a fantasyBut it taught me to loveSo it's real, real to me And I've learnedThat we must look inside our heartsTo find a world full of loveLike yours

Home The Wiz Charlie Smalls Dorothy

I got life, motherI got laughs, sisterI got freedom, brotherI got good times, manI got crazy ways, daughterI got million-dollar charm, cousinI got headaches and toothachesAnd bad times tooLike youI got my hairI got my headI got my brainsI got my earsI got my eyesI got my noseI got my mouthI got my teethI got my tongueI got my chinI got my neckI got my titsI got my heartI got my soulI got my backI got my assI got my armsI got my handsI got my fingersGot my legsI got my feetI got my toesI got my liverGot my blood I got life, motherI got laughs, sisterI got freedom, brotherI got good times, manI got crazy ways, daughterI got million-dollar charm, cousinI got headaches and toothachesAnd bad times tooLike youI got my hairI got my headI got my brainsI got my earsI got my eyesI got my noseI got my mouthI got my teethI got my tongueI got my chinI got my neckI got my titsI got my heartI got my soulI got my backI got my assI got my armsI got my handsI got my fingersGot my legsI got my feetI got my toesI got my liverGot my blood

I Got Life Hair Galt Macdermot James Rado and Gerome Ragni Claude

She wouldn't...therefore they didn't... So then it wasn't...not unless it...would she? She doesn't... God knows she needn't...therefore it's not. He'd never...therefore they haven't... Which makes the question absolutely...could she? She daren't...therefore I mustn't...what utter rot! Fidelity is more than mere display; It's what a man expects from life. Fidelity like mine to Desiree And Charlotte, my devoted wife. 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. The hip-bath...about that hip-bath... How can you slip and trip into a hip-bath? The papers...where were the papers? Of course, he might have taken back the papers. She wouldn't...therefore they didn't... The woman's mine!

In Praise of Women A Little Night Music Stephen Sondheim Count Carl Magnus

I feel you, JohannaI feel you,I was half convinced I'd waken,Satisfied enough to dream youHappily i was mistakenJohanna I'll steal you, JohannaI'll steal youDo they think that walls can hide you?Even now I'm at your windowI am in the dark beside youBuried sweetly in your yellow hair I feel you, JohannaAnd one day, I'll steal you,'Til I'm with you and I'm with you there,Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Johanna Sweeney Todd Stephen Sondheim Anthony Hope

Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be Pookie? And you should seeThey've padlocked your buildingAnd they're rioting on Avenue BBenny called the cops That **** They don't know what they're doingThe cops are sweeping the lotBut no one's leavingThey're just sitting there mooing Yeah To Dance No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfectionMuscle spasms, chiropractors, short careers, eating disorders Film Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locationsDark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood and sleaze Music Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolationRhythm, feeling, power, harmony, and heavy competition Anarchy Revolution, justice, screaming for solutionsForcing changes, risk, and dangerMaking noise and making please To ******s, lezzies, dykes, cross dressers too To me, to me To you, and you and you, you and youTo people living with, living with, living withNot dying from disease Let he among us without sinBe the first to condemnLa vie BohèmeLa vie BohèmeLa vie Bohème Anyone out of the mainstream (La vie Bohème)Is anyone in the mainstream? (La vie Bohème)Anyone alive with a sex drive (La vie Bohème)Tear down the wall, aren't we all? (La vie Bohème)The opposite of war isn't peaceIt's creation La vie BohèmeViva la vie Bohème

La Vie Boheme Rent Jonathon Larson Mark, Maureen, Joanne, Collins, Mimi, Angel, Roger, Beni

What'd you forget?MIMIGot a light?ROGERI know you? --You're --You're shiveringMIMIIt's nothingThey turned off my heatAnd I'm just a littleWeak on my feetWould you light my candle?What are you staring at?ROGERNothingYour hair in the moonlightYou look familiarCan you make it?MIMIJust haven't eaten much todayAt least the room stopped spinning.Anyway. What?ROGERNothingYour smile reminded me of --MIMII always remind people of -- Who is she?ROGERShe died. Her name was AprilMIMIIt's out againSorry about your friendWould you light my candle?ROGERWell --MIMIYeah. Ow!ROGEROh, the wax -- it's --MIMIDripping! I like it -- between my --ROGERFingers. I figured...Oh, well. Goodnight.It blew out again?MIMINo -- I think that I dropped my stashROGERI know I've seen you out and aboutWhen I used to go outYour candle's outMIMII'm illin' --I had it when I walked in the doorIt was pure --Is it on the floor?ROGERThe floor?MIMIThey say I have the best ass below 14th streetIs it true?ROGERWhat?MIMIYou're staring again.ROGEROh no.I mean you do have a nice --I mean --You look familiarMIMILike your dead girlfriend?ROGEROnly when you smile.But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere elseMIMIDo you go to the Cat Scratch Club?That's where I work - I danceHelp me lookROGERYes!They used to tie you up --MIMIIt's a livingROGERI didn't recognize youWithout the handcuffsMIMIWe could light the candleOh won't you light the candle?ROGERWhy don't you forget that stuffYou look like you're sixteenMIMII'm nineteen --But I'm old for my ageI'm just born to be badROGERI once was born to be badI used to shiver like thatMIMII have no heat -- I told youROGERI used to sweatMIMII got a coldROGERUh huhI used to be a junkieMIMIBut now and then I like to --ROGERUh huhMIMIFeel goodROGERHere it -- um --MIMIWhat's that?ROGERIt's a candy bar wrapperMIMIWe could light the candleWhat'd you do with my candle?ROGERThat was my last matchMIMIOur eyes'll adjustThank God for the moonROGERMaybe it's not the moon at allI hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street

Light My Candle Rent Jonathon Larson Roger and Mimi

I already know what it's like to... Be the loser I should find out what it's like to... Not be the loser... Or the geek... Or the... whatever? I think I've felt inconsequential Since Middle School began I knew I had no potential To be the leading man But based on how today's going I'm finally gaining ground I even got some blood flowing With no computer screen around Which was cool But what really felt good Was doing something that I never thought that I could It's not only school that's rough Bein' lonely's stupid tough And now I think I've had enough Of being the loser, the geek or whatever Michael thinks that weird is rad But feelin' weird just makes me sad And I deserve to not feel bad From being the loser, the geek or whatever Sick of Being the Loser, the Geek or whatever, Yeah! Whoah! Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh! Whoah! Uh-huh, uh-huh! Dad taught me, "Follow your instincts!" "Trust your inner voice!" "Listen to your heart" and such My whole life I've followed my instincts Well guess what? My instincts suck SO much! So now I'm takin' direction From another voice If my instincts have an objection Then that means I'm makin' the right choice Behaving this way feels bizarre But if things keep up the way they are Then soon enough, I'll get real far From being the loser, the geek or whatever If Brooke can look me in the eye Like I'm some normal, handsome guy I owe it to myself to try! Not being the loser, the geek or whatever Sick of Being the Loser, the Geek or whatever, Yeah! Whoah! Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh! Whoah! Uh-huh, uh-huh! Prompt me, command me and I'll obey I have the bandwidth to do as you say Especially now since I clearly see The problem has always been me! Take a breath and get prepared But still I'm just a little scared For who gets cut and who gets spared When I'm the cool dude The hero, or... whatever... If Christine likes me in the end Will I be able to pretend I didn't fail my one real friend? But that's the sh** I normally would think Get over it, get priorities in sync Just mute the voice inside your head And connect to another source instead! I've earned the right to selfishly Be all for one and one for me I've wasted all eternity Just being the loser, the geek or whatever I'm steady as the game's begun I'm ready set, I'm player one! The future's now, I'm freakin' done! With being the weirdo, the wuss, the underdog Being the misfit, the old-school analogue Being the odd-ball, the weakling freak The failure, the sucker, the "please don't speak!" Oh, I can hardly wait for the moment when I'm not the loser, the geek or whatever Oh, I'm not the loser, the geek, no never No! I'm not the loser, the geek or whatever, ever

Loser Geek Whatever Be More Chill Joe Iconis Jeremy

Manchester England EnglandAcross the Atlantic SeaAnd I'm a genius geniusI believe in GodAnd I believe that GodBelieves in ClaudeThat's me that's me Claude Hooper BukowskiFinds that it's groovyTo hide in a moviePretends he's FelliniAnd AntonioniAnd also his countryman Roman PolanskiAll rolled into oneOne Claud Hooper Bukowski Now that I've dropped outWhy is life dreary drearyAnswer my weary queryTimothy Leary dearie Oh Manchester England EnglandAcross the Atlantic SeaAnd I'm a genius geniusI believe in GodAnd I believe that GodBelieves in ClaudeThat's me (that's he)That's me (that's he)That's me (that's he)That's me

Manchester Hair Galt Macdermot James Rado and Gerome Ragni Claude, Burger, Tribe

Maybe this time, I'll be luckyMaybe this time, He'll stayMaybe this timeFor the first timeLove won't hurry awayHe will hold me fastI'll be home at lastNot a loser anymoreLike the last timeAnd the time beforeEverybody loves a winnerSo nobody loves me'Lady Peaceful, ' 'Lady Happy, 'That's what I long to beAll the odds are in my favorSomething's bound to begin,It's got to happen, happen sometimeMaybe this time I'll win.'Cos,Everybody loves a winnerSo nobody loves me'Lady Peaceful, ' 'Lady Happy, 'That's what I long to beAll the odds are in my favorSomething's bound to begin,It's got to happen, happen sometimeMaybe this time,Maybe this time, I'll win.

Maybe This Time Cabaret John Kandor Fred Ebb Sally Bowles

You have to understand the way I am, mein herrA tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, mein herrYou'll never turn the vinegar to jam, mein herrSo I do what I doWhen I'm through, then I'm through.and I'm through.Tootle-oo.Bye bye mein lieber herrfarewell mein lieber herrit was a fine affair, but now it's overAnd though I used to care, I need the open airyou're better off without me mein herr.don't dab your eye, mein herror wonder why, mein herrI always said that I was a roverYou musn't knit your browyou should have known by nowyou've every cause to doubt me mein herr 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 caninch by inchstep by stepmile by mileman by man Bye bye 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 herrfarewell mein lieber herrit was a fine affair but now it's overand though I used to careI need the open airYou're better off without me mein herrDon't dab your eye mein herror wonder why mein herrI've always said that I was a roverYou musn't knit your browyou should have known by nowyou've every cause to doubt me mein herrbye bye mein lieber herrfarewell mein lieber herrit was a fine affair but now it's overand though i used to carei need the open airyou're better off without meyou're better without meyou're better without mebye byemein herrmein herr

Mein Herr Cabaret John Kandor Fred Ebb Sally Bowles and girls

I shall marry the miller's son,Pin my hat on a nice piece of property.Friday nights, for a bit of fun,We'll go dancing.Meanwhile... It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grassAnd I'll trip the light fandango,A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by.It's a very short roadFrom the pinch and the punchTo the paunch and the pouchAnd the pension.It's a very short roadTo the ten thousandth lunchAnd the belch and the grouchAnd the sigh.In the meanwhile,There are mouths to be kissedBefore mouths to be fed,And a lot in betweenIn the meanwhile.And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by. Or I shall marry the businessman,Five fat babies and lots of security.Friday nights, if we think we can,We'll go dancing.Meanwhile... It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheetsAnd I'll foot the highland fancy,A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye.It's a very short fetchFrom the push and the whoopTo the squint and the stoopAnd the mumble.It's not much of a stretchTo the cribs and the croupAnd the bosoms that droopAnd go dry.In the meanwhile,There are mouths to be kissedBefore mouths to be fed,And there's many a trystAnd there's many a bedTo be sampled and seenIn the meanwhile.And a girl has to celebrate what passes by. 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 hayAnd I'll pitch the quick fantastic,With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.It's a very short wayFrom the fling that's for funTo the thigh pressing un-Der the table.It's a very short dayTill you're stuck with just oneOr it has to be doneOn the sly.In the meanwhile,There are mouths to be kissedBefore mouths to be fed,And there's many a trystAnd there's many a bed,There's a lot I'll have missedBut I'll not have been deadWhen I die!And a person should celebrate everythingPassing by.

The Miller's Son A Little Night Music Stephen Sondheim Petra

I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fallI could stay right here or disappearand nobody'd even notice at allI'm a creeper in a bathroom 'cause my buddy kinda left me alonebut I'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardlyor pretend to check a text on my phoneEverything felt finewhen I was half of a pairand through no fault of minethere's no other half thereNow I'm justMichael in the bathroomMichael in the bathroom at a partyForget how long its beenI'm just Michael in the bathroomMichael in the bathroom at a partyNo, you can't come inI'm waiting it out 'til it's time to leaveand picking at grout as I softly grieveI'm justMichael who you don't knowMichael flying soloMichael in the bathroom by himselfAll by himselfI am hiding,but he's out thereJust ignoring all our historyMemories get erasedAnd I'll get replacedwith a newer cooler version of meAnd I hear a drunk girlSinging along to Whitney through the door"I wanna dance with somebody!"And my feelings sinkCause it makes me thinkNow there's no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymorenow it's justMichael in the bathroomMichael in the bathroom at a partyI half regret the beersMichael in the bathroomMichael in the bathroom at a partyAs I choke back the tearsI'll wait as long as I need'Til my face is dryOr I'll just blame it on weedOr something in my eyeI'm just MichaelWho you don't knowMichael flyin' soloMichael in the bathroom by himselfKnock, knock, knock, knockThey're gonna start to shout soonKnock, knock, knock, knockAh hell yeah I'll be out soonKnock, knock, knock, knockIt sucks he left me here aloneKnock, knock, knock, knockHere in this teenage battlezoneClang, clang, clang, clangI feel the pressure blowing upBang, bang, bang, bangMy big mistake was showing upSplash, splash, splash, splashI throw some water in my faceAnd I am in a better placeI go to open up the doorBut I can't hear knockingAnymoreAnd I can't help but yearnFor a different timeAnd then I look in the mirrorAnd the present is clearAnd there's no denyingI'm just... at a partyIs there a sadder sightMmmmmmmmmMichael in the bathroom at a partyThis is a heinous nightI wish I stayed at home insteadWatching cable pornOr wish I offed myself insteadWish I was never bornI'm just MichaelWho's a lonerSo he must be a stonerRides a PT CruiserGod, he's such a loserMichael flying soloWho you think that you knowMichael in the bathroom by himselfAll by himselfAll by himselfWhen all you know about meis my nameAwesome partyI'm so glad I came

Michael in the Bathroom Be More Chill Joe Iconis Michael

Money makes the world go aroundThe world go aroundThe world go aroundMoney makes the world go aroundIt makes the world go 'round. A mark, a yen, a buck, or a poundA buck or a poundA buck or a poundIs all that makes the world go around,That clinking clanking soundCan make the world go 'round. Money money money money money moneyMoney money money money money moneyMoney money money money money moneyMoney money If you happenTo be rich,[GIRLS]...OooohAnd you feel like aNight's enetertainment, ...Money You can pay for aGay escapade. Money moneyMoney moneyMoney moneyMoney money If you happen toTo be rich, ...Ooooh And alone, and youNeed a companion ...Money You can ring-ting-A-ling for the maid. If you happenTo be rich ...Ooooh And you find you areLeft by your lover, ...Money Though you moanAnd you groanQuite a lot, Money moneyMoney moneyMoney moneyMoney money You can take itOn the chin, ...Ooooh Call a cab,And begin ...Money To recoverOn your fourteen-Carat yacht. Money makes the world go around,The world go around,The world go around,Money makes the world go around,Of that we can be sure.(...) on being poor. Money money money-money money moneyMoney money money-money money moneyMoney money money money money moneyMoney money money money money moneyMoney money money money money money If you haven't any coal in the stoveAnd you freeze in the winterAnd you curse on the windAt your fateWhen you haven't any shoesOn your feetAnd your coat's thin as paperAnd you look thirty poundsUnderweight.When you go to get a word of adviceFrom the fat little pastorHe will tell you to love evermore.But when hunger comes a rap,Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat at the window... At the window... Who's there? Hunger! Ooh, hunger! See how love flies out the door...For Money makesThe world......Go aroundThe world......Go aroundThe world......Go aroundMoney makes the... Go around...Go around That clinkingClanking sound ofMoney money money money money moneyMoney money money money money money Get a little,Money moneyGet a little,Money moneyMoney moneyMoney moneyMoney moneyMoney money Mark, a yen, a buckGet a littleOr a poundGet a littleThat clinking clankingGet a littleGet a little Clinking sound Money moneyMoney money... Is all that makesThe world go 'round Money moneyMoney money It makes the world go round!

Money Cabaret John Kandor Fred Ebb Emcee and Sally Bowles

See how they glistenSee this one shineHow he smilesIn the lightMy friend!My faithful friend! Speak to me, friendWhisper, I'll listenI know, I knowYou've been lockedOut of sightAll these years!Like me, my friend! Well, I've come homeTo find you waitingHomeAnd we're togetherAnd we'll do wondersWon't we? You there, my friendI'm your friend too, Mr. ToddCome, let me hold youLovett: If you only knew, Mr. ToddNow, with a sighOoh, Mr. Todd!You grow warm in my handYou're warm in my handMy friend!You've come home!My clever friend!Always had a fondness for you, I did Rest now, my friendNever you fear, Mr. ToddSoon I'll unfold youYou can move in here, Mr. ToddSoon you'll knowWill be yours!My lucky friend!I'm your friend! And you're mine!Till now your shineDon't they shine beautiful?Was merely silver!Silver's good enough for me, Mr. TFriendYou shall drip rubiesYou'll soon drip preciousRubiesAt last, my arm is complete again!

My Friends Sweeney Todd Stephen Sondheim Todd and Lovett

Hey yo, I'm just like my countryI'm young, scrappy and hungryAnd I'm not throwing away my shotI'ma get a scholarship to King's CollegeI prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonishThe problem is I got a lot of brains but no polishI gotta holler just to be heardWith every word, I drop knowledgeI'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coalTryin' to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachableOnly nineteen but my mind is olderThese New York City streets get colder, I shoulderEvery burden, every disadvantageI have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandishI walk these streets famishedThe plan is to fan this spark into a flameBut damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the nameI am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be A colony that runs independentlyMeanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlesslyEssentially, they tax us relentlesslyThen King George turns around, runs a spending spreeHe ain't ever gonna set his descendants freeSo there will be a revolution in this centuryEnter me, he says in parentheses Don't be shocked when your hist'ry book mentions meI will lay down my life if it sets us freeEventually, you'll see my ascendancy And I am not throwing away my shotI am not throwing away my shotHey yo, I'm just like my countryI'm young, scrappy and hungryAnd I'm not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shotI am not throwing away my shotHey yo, I'm just like my countryI'm young, scrappy and hungryAnd I'm not throwing away my shotIt's time to take a shot I dream of life without a monarchyThe unrest in France will lead to onarchy?Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?When I fight, I make the other side panickyWith my, shot Yo, I'm a tailor's apprenticeAnd I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentisI'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chanceTo socially advance, instead of sewin' some pantsI'm gonna take a shot But we'll never be truly freeUntil those in bondage have the same rights as you and meYou and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally inOn a stallion with the first black battalionHave another shot Geniuses, lower your voicesYou keep out of trouble and you double your choicesI'm with you, but the situation is fraughtYou've got to be carefully taughtIf you talk, you're gonna get shot Burr, check what we gotMister Lafayette, hard rock like LancelotI think your pants look hotLaurens, I like you a lotLet's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the potWhat are the odds the gods would put us all in one spotPoppin' a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or notA bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is Oh, am I talkin' too loud?Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouthI never had a group of friends beforeI promise that I'll make y'all proud Let's get this guy in front of a crowd I am not throwing away my shotI am not throwing away my shotHey yo, I'm just like my countryI'm young, scrappy and hungryAnd I'm not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shotI am not throwing away my shotHey yo, I'm just like my countryI'm young, scrappy and hungryAnd I'm not throwing away my shot Everybody singWhoa, whoa, whoaHey, whoa, whoa, whoaAy, let 'em hear ya Let's go Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftopsWhoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftopsWhoa, whoa, whoa come on Come on, let's goRise upWhen you're living on your knees, you rise upTell your brother that he's gotta rise upTell your sister that she's gotta rise up When are these colonies gonna rise up?When are these colonies gonna rise up?When are these colonies gonna rise up?When are these colonies gonna rise up? Rise upI imagine death so much it feels more like a memoryWhen's it gonna get me?In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?Is it like a beat without a melody?See, I never thought I'd live past twentyWhere I come from some get half as manyAsk anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flaskWe have to make this moment last, that's plenty Scratch that this is not a moment, it's the movementWhere all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?Foes oppose us, we take an honest standWe roll like Moses, claimin' our promised landAnd? If we win our independence?'Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?I know the action in the street is excitin'But Jesus, between all the bleedin' 'n fightin'I've been readin' 'n writin'We need to handle our financial situationAre we a nation of states what's the state of our nation?I'm past patiently waitin' I'm passionatelymashin' every expectationEvery action's an act of creationI'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrowFor the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow And I am not throwing away my shot

My Shot Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda Hamilton, Layfeyette, Mulligan, Burr, Laurens, Comp

Now, as the sweet imbecilities Tumble so lavishly Onto her lap, Now, there are two possibilities: A, I could ravish her, B, I could nap. Say It's the ravishment, then we see The option That follows, of course: A, The deployment of charm, or B, The adoption Of physical force. Now, B might arouse her, But if I assume I trip on my trouser Leg crossing the room... Her hair getting tangled, Her stays getting snapped, My nerves would be jangled, My energy sapped... Removing her clothing Would take me all day, And her subsequent loathing Would turn me away, Which eliminates B And which leaves us with A. 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, with my mental facilities Partially muddied And ready to snap, Now, though there are possibilities Still to be studied, I might as well nap. Bow Though I must To adjust My original plan, How Shall I sleep Half as deep As I usually can, When now I still want and/or love you, Now as always, Now, Anne?

Now Later Soon A Little Night Music Stephen Sondheim Fredrick, Henrick, Anne

Argentina has gone to townOver the death of an actress called Eva PeronWe've all gone crazyMourning all day and mourning all nightFalling over ourselves to get all of the misery right Oh what an exit, that's how to goWhen they're ringing your curtain downDemand to be buried like Eva PeronIt's quite a sunsetAnd good for the country in a roundabout wayWe've made the front page of all the world's papers today But who is this Santa Evita?Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?What kind of goddess has lived among us?How will we ever get by without her? She had her moments, she had some styleThe best show in town was the crowdOutside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"But that's all gone nowAs soon as the smoke from the funeral clearsWe're all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years Salve regina mater misericordiaeVita dulcedo et spes nostraSalve salve reginaAd te clamamus exules filii EvaAd te suspiramus gementes et flentesO clemens o piaHail, oh queen, mother of mercyOur life, sweetness, and hopeHail, hail, oh queenTo you we cry, exiled sons of EveTo you we sigh, mourning and weepingOh clement, oh loving one You let down your people EvitaYou were supposed to have been immortalThat's all they wanted, not much to ask forBut in the end you could not deliver Sing you fools, but you got it wrongEnjoy your prayers because you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your king is throughAnd she's not coming back to you Show business kept us all aliveSince seventeen October 1945But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thinThat's a pretty bad state for a state to be in Instead of government we had a stageInstead of ideas, a prima donna's rageInstead of help we were given a crowdShe didn't say much, but she said it loud Sing you fools, but you got it wrongEnjoy your prayers because you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your king is throughShe's not coming back to you Salve regina mater misericordiaeVita dulcedo et spes nostraSalve salve regina PeronAd te clamamus exules filii EvaAd te suspiramus gementes et flentesO clemens o pia Don't cry for me ArgentinaFor I am ordinary, unimportantAnd undeserving of such attentionUnless we all are, I think we all areSo share my glory, so share my coffinSo share my glory, so share my coffin It's our funeral too

Oh What a Circus Evita Andrew Lloyd Webber Tim Rice Che and crowd

At the watering holes of the well-to-doI detect a resistance to[Aristocrats:] Precisely[Che:] Our heroine's style[Aristocrats:] We're glad you noticed[Che:] The shooting sticks of the upper-class[Aristocrats:] Give her an inch[Che:] Aren't supporting a single assThat would rise for the girl[Aristocrats:] She'll take a mile[Aristocrats:]Such a shame she wandered into our enclosureHow unfortunate this person has forced us to be bluntNo we wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrod'sBut behind the jewelry counter, not in front[Che:] Could there be in our fighting corpsA lack of enthusiasm for[Army:] Exactly[Che:] Peron's latest flame[Army:] You said it brother[Che:]Should you wish to cause great distressIn the tidiest officer's messJust mention her name[Army:]That isn't funnyPeron is a fool, breaking every tabooInstalling a girl in the army H.Q.And she's an actress, the last strawHer only good parts are between her thighsShe should stare at the ceiling, not reach for the skiesOr she could be his last whoreThe evidence suggestsShe has other interestsIf it's her who's using himHe's exceptionally dimBitch! Dangerous Jade[Aristocrats:]We have allowed ourselves to slipWe have completely lost our gripWe have declined to an all-time lowTarts have become the set to know[Eva:]I am only a radio star with just one weekly showBut speaking as one of the people I want you to knowWe are tired of the decline of ArgentinaWith no sign of a government able to give us the things we deserve[Army:]It's no crime for officers to do as they pleaseAs long as they're discreet and keep clear of diseaseWe ignore, we disregardBut once they allow a bit on the sideTo move to the center where she's not qualifiedWe are forced to mark his cardShe should get into her headShe should not get out of bedShe should know that she's not paidTo be loud but to be laidSlut! Dangerous Jade[Che:]This has really been your year, Miss DuarteTell us where you go from here, Miss DuarteWhich are the roles that you yearn to play?Whom did you sleep ... dine with yesterday?[Eva:]Acting is limiting, the line's not mineThat's no help to the Argentine[Che:]Can we assume then that you'll quit?Is this because of your involvement with Colonel Peron?[Heavies:]Goodnight and thank you[Army:]She won't be kept happy by her nights on the tilesShe says it's his body, but she's after his filesSo get back on to the streetShe should get into her headShe should not get out of bedShe should know that she's not paidTo be loud but to be laidThe evidence suggestsShe has other interestsIf it's her who's using himHe's exceptionally dim[Aristocrats:]Things have reached a pretty passWhen someone pretty lower-classGraceless and vulgar, uninspiredCan be accepted and admired

Peron's Latest Flame Evita Andrew Lloyd Webber Tim Rice Che, Eva, aristocrats

Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I,And let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?My tender heart tends to start to bleed.And when someone needs a makeover,I simply have to take over!I know, I know exactly what they need! And even in your case,Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face,Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed!Follow my lead,And yes indeed, you will be... POPULAR!You're gonna be popular!I'll teach you the proper poise,When you talk to boys,Little ways to flirt and flounce,ooh!I'll show you what shoes to wear!How to fix your hair!Everthing that really counts to be... POPULAR!I'll help you be popular!You'll hang with the right cohorts,You'll be good at sports,Know the slang you've got to know.So let's start,'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go! Don't be offended by my frank analysis,Think of it as personality dialysis,Now that I've chosen to become aPal, a sister and advisor,There's nobody wiser!Not when it comes to... POPULAR!I know about popular.and with an assist from me,to be who you'll be,instead of dreary who you were...Well, are.There's nothing that can stop you,from becoming popu-ler... lar... la la, la la!We're gonna make you pop-u-lar! When i see depressing creatures,With unprepossessing features,I remind them on their own they haveTo - think - ofCelebrated heads of state,Or specially great communicators!Did they have brains or knowledge?Don't make me laugh! They were POPULAR!Please!It's all about popular.It's not about aptitude,It's the way you're viewed,So it's very shrewd to be,

Popular Wicked Stephen Schwarts Galinda

What can I do for you today sir?Stylish trimming of the hair?Soothing skin massage.Sit sir, sit. Judge Turpin:You see sir a man infatued with love!Her ardent and eager slave!So fetch the pomade and pumice stone,and lend me a more seductive tone!A sprinkling perhaps of French cologne!But first sir I think . . .A shave . . .! Sweeney Todd:The closest I ever gave!(Whistles a tune) Judge Turpin:In a merry mood today Mr. Todd? Sweeney Todd:'Tis your delight sir catching firefrom one man to the next! Judge Turpin:'Tis true sir love can still inspirethe blood to pound the heartly pyre!What more? Sweeney Todd:What more? Judge Turpin and Sweeney Todd:Can man require Judge Turpin:Than love sir! Sweeney Todd:More than love sir! Judge Turpin:What sir? Sweeney Todd:Women! Judge Turpin:Ah yes women . . . Sweeney Todd:Pretty women . . . Now then my friend . . .Now to your purpose . . .Patience, enjoy itRevenge can't be taken in haste. Judge Turpin:Make haste and if we wed you'll be commended, sir! Sweeney Todd:My lord!And who may it be said is your intended sir? Judge Turpin:My ward!Pretty as a rose bud . . . Sweeney Todd:Pretty as her mother? Judge Turpin:Huh? What was that? Sweeney Todd:Nothing, sir! Nothing! Pretty women . . .Fascinating . . .Sipping coffee . . .Dancing...!Pretty women . . .Are a wonder. . .Pretty women! Sitting in the window! OrStanding on the stair!Something in them cheers the air . . .!Pretty women . . . Judge Turpin:Silhouetted . . . Sweeney Todd:Stay within you . . . Judge Turpin:Glancing...! Sweeney Todd:Stay forever, Judge Turpin:Breathing lightly... Sweeney Todd:Pretty women! Judge Turpin:Pretty women! Sweeney Todd Judge Turpin:Blowing out their candles! orCombing out their hair! Sweeney Todd:Even when they leaveThey still are there!They're thereAh! Pretty women,At their mirrors! Judge Turpin:In their gardens! Sweeney ToddLetter-writing! Judge TurpinFlower-picking! Sweeney ToddWeather-watching! Sweeney Todd and Jugde Turpin:How they make a man sing!Proof of heaven as you're living,Pretty women! Sir, pretty women!Yes pretty women,Here's to! pretty women,Pretty women,Pretty women

Pretty Women Sweeney Todd Stephen Sondheim Todd and Judge Turpin

Give 'em an act with lots of flash in itAnd the reaction will be passionateGive 'em the old hocus pocusBead and feather 'emHow 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 'emAnd they;ll never catch wise! Give 'em the old Razzle DazzleRazzle dazzle 'emGive 'em a show that's so splendiferous Row after row will crow vociferous Give 'em the old flim flam flummoxFool and fracture 'em How can they hear the truth above the roar? Throw 'em a fake and a finagleThey'll never know you're just a bagel, Razzle dazzle 'emAnd they'll beg you for more! Give 'em the old double whammyDaze and dizzy 'emBack since the days of old MethuselahEveryone loves the big bambooz-a-ler Give 'em the old three ring circusStun and stagger 'emWhen you're in trouble, go into your dance Though you are stiffer than a girderThey'll let you get away with murderRazzle dazzle 'emAnd you've got a romance COMPANY(The same time as BILLY's)Give 'em the oldRazzle Dazzle BILLYGive 'em the old Razzle DazzleRazzle dazzle 'emShow 'em the first rate sorceror you areLong as you keep 'em way off balanceHow can they spot you've got no talentsRazzle Dazzle 'em BILLY AND COMPANYRazzle Dazzle 'emRazzle Dazzle 'em And they'll make you a star!

Razzle Dazzle Chicago John Kandor Fred Ebb Billy and Chorus

New York City, uh huhCenter of the universe, sing it girlTimes are shittyBut I'm pretty sure they can't get worse, I hear thatIt's a comfort to knowWhen you're singing the hit the road bluesThat anywhere else you could possibly goAfter New York would be, a pleasure cruiseNow you're talkingWell, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzleAnd I'm sick of grading papers that are lowAnd I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzleAnd all this misery pays no salary, soLet's open up a restaurant in Santa FeOh, sunny Santa Fe would be niceWe'll open up a restaurant in Santa FeAnd leave this to the roaches and miceOh oh ohYou teach? Yeah, I teach, computer age philosophyBut my students would rather watch TV, America, AmericaYou're a sensitive aestheteBrush the sauce onto the meatYou can make the menu sparkle with rhymeYou can drum a gentle drumI could seat guests as they comeChatting not about Heidegger but wineLet's open up a restaurant in Santa FeOur labors would reap financial gainsWe'll open up a restaurant in Santa FeAnd save from devastation our brainsWe'll pack up all our junk and fly so far awayDevote ourselves to projects that sellWe'll open up a restaurant in Santa FeForget this cold Bohemian HellOh oh ohDo you know the way to Santa Fe?You know, Tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah

Santa Fe Rent Jonathon Larson Angel, Mark, Collins

How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsetsIn midnights, in cups of coffeeIn inches, in miles, in laughter, in strifeIn five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure, a year in the life? How about love?How about love?How about love?Measure in love Seasons of loveSeasons of love Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutesFive hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to planFive hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure the life of a woman or a man? In truths that she learnedOr in times that he criedIn bridges he burnedOr the way that she died It's time now, to sing outThough the story never endsLet's celebrateRemember a year in the life of friends Remember the love(Oh, you got to, you got to remember the love)Remember the love(You know that life is a gift from up above)Remember the love(Share love, give love, spread love)Measure in love(Measure, measure your life in love) Seasons of loveSeasons of love

Seasons of Love Rent Jonathon Larson Company

let me tell you that you've come to the right place shall i make you a frog or a lizard you should see the strained expression on your face if the way i come on is fright'ning that's the way i felt like coming on today have you ever been kissed by lightning let me tell you, that will make you go away i fly and the magic of my power takes me higher to a level where the clouds turn into fire in the warmness of the fire i feel fine just keep your eyes open and the magic you will see it will whistle on the wind as it emanates from me it's a strong and true vibration you can feel it on your skin so come and take my hand and we will dance upon the wind ahhhhhhh

So You Wanted to Meet the Wizard The Wiz Charlie Smalls The Wiz

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullabySomewhere over the rainbow, skies are blueAnd the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a starAnd wake up where the clouds are far behind meWhere troubles melt like lemon dropsAway above the chimney topsThat's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds flyBirds fly over the rainbowWhy, thenOh, why can't I? If happy little bluebirds flyBeyond the rainbowWhy, oh, why can't I?

Somewhere Over the Rainbow The Wizard of Oz Harold Arlin E Y Harburg Dorothy

We starve, look at one another short of breath,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 ofLonely tunes.Somewhere, inside something, there is a rush ofGreatness.Who knows what stands in front of our lives;I fashion my future on films in space.Silence tells me secretly everything, everything

The Flesh Failures/Let the Sunshine In Galt Macdermot James Rado and Gerome Ragni Claude, Burger, Sheila, Dionne, and Tribe

And all he had to do was die That's a lot less work We oughta give it a try Ha Now how're you gonna get your debt plan through I guess I'm gonna fin'ly have to listen to you Really Talk less, smile more Ha Do whatever it takes to get my plan on the Congress floor Now, Madison and Jefferson are merciless Well, hate the sin, love the sinner Hamilton I'm sorry Burr, I've gotta go But Decisions are happening over dinner 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 powerA system he can shape however he wantsThe Virginians emerge with the nation's capitalAnd here's the pièce de résistance No one else was inThe room where it happenedThe room where it happenedThe room where it happenedNo one else was inThe room where it happenedThe room where it happenedThe room where it happenedNo one really knows how the game is playedThe art of the tradeHow the sausage gets madeWe just assume that it happensBut no one else is inThe room where it happensThomas claims Alexander was on Washington's doorstep one dayIn 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 saidI know you hate 'im, but let's hear what he has to say Thomas claims Well, I arranged the meetingI arranged the menu, the venue, the seating ButNo one else was in The room where it happenedThe room where it happenedThe room where it happened No one else was in The room where it happenedThe room where it happenedThe room where it happened No one really knows how theParties get to yesThe pieces that are sacrificed inEv'ry game of chessWe just assume that it happensBut no one else is inThe room where it happensMeanwhile Madison is grappling with the fact that not ev'ry issue can be settled by committee Meanwhile Congress is fighting over where to put the capital It isn't prettyThen Jefferson approaches with a dinner and inviteAnd Madison responds with Virginian insight Maybe we can solve one problem with another and win a victory for the Southerners, in other words Oh ho A quid pro quo I suppose Wouldn't you like to work a little closer to home Actually, I would Well, I propose the Potomac And you'll provide him his votes Well, we'll see how it goes Let's go No One else was inThe room where it happened The room where it happenedThe room where it happenedNo one else was inThe room where it happenedThe room where it happenedThe room where it happened My God In God we trustBut we'll never really know what got discussedClick-boom then it happened And no one else was in the room where it happened Alexander Hamilton What did they say to you to get you to sell New York City down the river Alexander Hamilton Did Washington know about the dinnerWas there Presidential pressure to deliver Alexander Hamilton Or did you know, even then, it doesn't matterWhere you put the U.S. Capital 'Cause we'll have the banksWe're in the same spot You got more than you gave And I wanted what I gotWhen you got skin in the game, you stay in the gameBut you don't get a win unless you play in the gameOh, you get love for it, you get hate for itYou get nothing if you Wait for it, wait for it, wait God help and forgive meI wanna buildSomething that's gonnaOutlive me What do you want, BurrWhat do you want, Burr If you stand for nothingBurr, then what do you fall for IWanna be inThe room where it happensThe room where it happensIWanna be inThe room where it happensThe room where it happens I Wanna beIn the room where it happens I I wanna be in the roomOhOh I wanna be inThe room where it happensThe room where it happensThe room where it happens I wanna be in the roomWhere it happensThe room where it happensThe room where it happenThe art of the compromise Hold your nose and close your eyes We want our leaders to save the day But we don't get a say in what they trade away We dream of a brand new start But we dream in the dark for the most part Dark as a tomb where it happens I've got to be inThe room (where it happens) I've got to be (the room where it happens) I've got to be (the room where it happens) Oh, I've got to be inThe room where it happensI've got to be, I've gotta be, I've gotta beIn the room

The Room Where it Happens Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda Burr, Jefferson, Hamilton, Madison

There's nothing rich folks love morethan going downtown and slummin' it with the poor.They pull up in their carriages and gawkat the students in the commonJust to watch them talk.Take Philip Schuyler: the man is loaded.Uh-oh, but little does he know thathis daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Elizasneak into the city just to watch all the guys at—Work, work!Angelica!Work, work!Eliza!And Peggy!The Schuyler sisters!Angelica! Peggy! Eliza! Work!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, therevolution'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 funnyBut your perfume smells like your daddy's got money.Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heelsYou 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 revelationSo listen to my declaration:"We hold these truths to be self-evidentThat all men are created equal"And when I meet Thomas Jefferson,I'm 'a compel him to include women in the sequel! (Work!)Look around, look around at howLucky we are to be alive right now!Look around, look around at howLucky we are to be alive right now!History is happening in Manhattan and wejust happen to be in the greatest city in the world!In the greatest city in the world!Cuz I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine. (Look around, look around)So men say that I'm intense or I'm insane.(The revolution's happening in New York)You want a revolution? I want a revelationSo listen to my declarationWe hold these truths to be self evidentthat all men are created equalLook around, Look aroundAt how lucky we are to be alive right now!History is happening in Manhattan and we justhappen to be

The Schuyler Sisters Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda Angelica, Eliza, Peggy, Burr

O-M-G Chloe answer me woahWait until I tell you what I heardIt's to ****ed to type this shitIt's ripe, call back, I'll yell you every wordJenna Rolen calling?Jenna Rolen calling...Jenna rolen calling, heyOh my god, oh my god, ok so,At the end of last nights partyVery end of last nights partyDid you see rich?Oh I saw richSo he's behaving hazy like a tweekin' junkieFlailin' crazy like a freakin' monkeyHe's gotta learn to handle his high, Shouldn't drink so much for a small guyRight. but, he wasn't drunk.The hell you sayin' jennaHe Wasn't Drunk!The hell you sayin' jennaNo! because I heard from Dustin Croft,That Rich had barely touched a dropWhich means that you can't blame the things he did on alcoholIt's just so terrible I don't want to relive it all...but do you want me to tell you?Spit it out, spit out!You really want me to tell you?Spit it out, spit it out!I'll tell you 'cause you are my closest friendNo I'm not?Yeah, I knowBut here's what happened at the party's endRich set a fire and he burned down the houseyeahhhRich set a fire and he burned down the houseWoooahhI thought I was dreamin', everybody was screamin'When rich set a fire and he burned down the houseWhen rich set a fire and he burned down the houseO-M-G Brooke, answer meLook wait until I tell you what I saw...Ignore.And also space and frowny faceI'm sorry that jeremy made out with me at the party but it was totally his fault and lets not let boys ever come between us ever again mkay? Smiley face, lipstick, kitty paw.Hey.We cool?We are.Ok so at the end of last nights party, did you see rich?No, I was crying.so he's behavin' weird and I was frightened, 'cause I feared his state was heightenedHe's gotta learn not to really smoke a lot, he shouldn't get so high for a tiny guyHe's gotta learn not to really smoke a lot, he shouldn't get so high for a tiny guyRight but he wasnt high, so you can't blame the things he did on potIt's just so awful, so I'll talk about it a lotRich set a fire and he burned down the houseWoahI thought I was dreamin' everybody was screamin'When rich set a fire and he burned down the houseWhen rich set a fire and he burned down the houseHey everybody have you heard? Rich set a fire now go spread the word!Sending a text. Text!Sending a tweet. Tweet!Sending a text, Text! Tweet, Tweet!Release the information, step and repeat!I'll spread the word. Word!That rich is fleckedFlecked?No, I meant ****ed. Did I say flecked? Sorry guys that's just my autocorrectAlways be aware of autocorrectR-I-C-H, can't you see? Just how much I care about your tragedyChange my profile pic to you, now I fully understand what you're going throughR-I-C-H, it's a drag, I read, she read, they read, you're in a body bagR-I-C-H, can't you see, just how much I love your tragedy!Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Sup! Sup! Sup! Sup! Fire!Ha! Ha!Talk it! Text it! Pass it! Talk it!Ready? ok! Here we go!Rich set a fire and he burned down the housewoahRich set a fire and he burned down the houseIt was so terribly gory, I got the whole bloody storyAnd I wasn't quite there, but I know what happened I swearWhen Rich set a fire and he burned the house downWhen Rich set a fire and he leveled the townWhen Rich set a fire and he fled to bombayWhen Rich set a fire 'cause he knew he was gayWhen Rich set a fire and he melted his headWhen Rich set a fire and he's totally deadWhen Rich set a fire and he burned down the houseBurned! It! Down! WoahYeah! Yeah! Yeah! Did ya hear? Did ya hear?Burned! It! Down! WoahDid ya hear? Did ya hear? Yeah yeah Yeah!Burned! It! Down! Woah!Did ya hear? Did ya hear?That Rich set a fire and he burned down the.Rich set a fire and he burned down the.Rich set a fire and he burned down the houseHe told me 'cause he's my best friendRich set a fire and he burned down the houseSend!

The Smartphone Hour Be More Chill Joe Iconis Jenna, Chloe, Brooke, Ensemble

Freshman yearI didn't have a girlfriend or a clueI was a loser just like youGood times would only soar byI was grossAs every female could attestMy sexting was a futile questMy little penis was depressedHe was so lonelyThe poor guy!I wasHopeless, hopelessI wasHelpless, helplessEvery time I'd walk the hallwayI would tripI wasStagnant and idleI wasSo suicidalAnd thenThen, thenThen, thenThen, thenThen, thenThen, thenThen, then I got a Squip [JEREMY, spoken]You got quick?![RICH, spoken]Not quickSquip[JEREMY, spoken]I've just never heard of it before[RICH, spoken]Yeah, that's the point!This is some top-secret, can't-even-look-it-up-on-the-internet shit(sung)It's from JapanIt's a gray, oblong pillQuantum nano-technology CPUThe quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood untilIt implants in your brain and it tells you what to do[JEREMY, spoken]So it's like...Drugs?[RICH, spoken]It's better than drugs, Jeremy [RICH & (ENSEMBLE)]It's from Japan! (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)It's a gray, oblong pill, (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)Quantum nano-technology CPU. (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)The quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)It implants in your brain and it tells you what to do. (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)It tells you what to doIt's preprogrammed (Ohhhhh)It's amazing (Ohhhhh)Speaks to you directly (Ohhhhh Ah ah)You behave as (Ohhhhh)It's appraising (Ohhhhh)Helps you act correctly (Ohhhhh)[RICH & ENSEMBLE]Helps you to be cool!It helps you rule![RICH]'Cause right now you'reHelpless, helplessYou areAlmost hopelessOn the school's social map, you're just a blipBut if youTake my advice and if you pay the listed priceWell, then you go from sad to interestingTo hip - Yeah, your whole life will flip!

The Squip Song Be More Chill Joe Iconis Rich and Ensemble

The samples won't delay but the cableThere's another waySay something, anythingTest one, two, threeAnything but thatThis is weirdIt's weirdVery weird****ing weird I'm so mad that I don't know what to doFighting with microphonesFreezing down to my bonesAnd to top it all off I'm with you Feel like going insaneGot a fire in your brainAnd you're thinking of drinking gasoline As a matter of factHoney, I know this actIt's called the Tango: Maureen The Tango: MaureenIt's a dark, dizzy, merry-go-roundAs 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 burnYet you yearn and you churn and rebound I think I know what you mean The Tango: MaureenHas she ever pouted her lips and called you Pookie?NeverHave you ever doubted a kiss or two?This is spookyDid you swoon when she walked through the door?Every time, so be, cautiousDid she moon over other boys?More than moonI'm getting nauseous Where'd you learn to tango?With the French ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Miss Porter'sAnd you?With Nanette Himmelfarb, the rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish community centerIt's hard to do this backwardsYou should try it in heels She cheatedShe cheatedMaureen cheated****ing cheatedI'm defeated, I should give up right nowGotta look on the bright side with all of your mightI'd fall for her still anyhowWhen you're dancing her danceYou don't stand a chanceHer grip of romance makes you fallSo you think might as wellDance a tango to hellAt least I'll have tangoed at allThe Tango: MaureenGotta dance 'til your diva is throughYou pretend to believe her'Cause in the end you can't leave herBut the end it will comeStill you have to play dumb'Til your glum and you bum and turn blueWhy do we love when she's mean?And she can be so obscene

The Tango Maureen Rent Jonathon Larson Mark and Joanne

Many years I have waitedFor a gift like yours to appearWhy, I predict the Wizard could make you hisMagic grand vizier!My dear, my dearI'll write at once to the WizardTell him of you in advanceWith a talent like yoursDear there is a defin-ish chanceIf you work as you shouldYou'll be making good Did that really just happen?Have I actually understood?This weird quirk I try to suppress or hideIs a talent that could help me meet the WizardIf I make good, so I'll make goodWhen I meet the WizardOnce I prove my worthAnd then I meet the WizardWhat I've waited for since: since birth!And with all his Wizard wisdomBy my looks, he won't be blindedDo you think the Wizard is dumb?Or, like Munchkins, so small-minded? No!He'll say to me,"I see who you truly are - A girl on whom I can rely!"And that's how we'll beginThe Wizard and IOnce I'm with the WizardMy whole life will change'Cause once you're with the WizardNo one thinks you're strange!No father is not proud of youNo sister acts ashamedAnd all of Oz has to love youWhen by the Wizard you're acclaimedAnd this gift - or this curseI have insideMaybe at last, I'll know whyWhen we are hand in handThe Wizard and I!And one day, he'll say to me, "ElphabaA girl who is so superiorShouldn't a girl who's so good insideHave a matching exterior?And since folks here to an absurd degreeSeem fixated on your verdigrisWould it be all right by youIf I de-greenify you..."And though of courseThat's not important to me"All right, why not?" I'll replyOh, what a pair we'll beThe Wizard and IYes, what a pair we'll beThe Wizard and UnlimitedMy future is unlimitedAnd I've just had a visionAlmost like a prophecyI know - it sounds truly crazyAnd true, the vision's hazyBut I swear, someday there'll beA celebration throughout OzThat's all to do with me!And I'll stand there with the WizardFeeling things I've never feltAnd though I'd never show itI'll be so happy, I could melt!And so it will beFor the rest of my lifeAnd I'll want nothing else'Till I dieHeld in such high esteemWhen people see me, they will screamFor half of Oz's favourite team

The Wizard and I Wicked Stephen Schwarts Elphaba

M.C. and GIRLS:Bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee dee,Bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee dee,Bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee dee.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:Two ladies.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:Two ladies.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:And I'm the only man, ja!Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:I like it.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:They like it.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:This two for one!M.C. and GIRLS:Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.Two ladies.M.C.:Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.Two ladies.M.C.:Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.And he's the only man,M.C.:ja!Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.He likes it.M.C.:Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.We like it.M.C.:Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.This two for one!GIRL 1:I do the cookingGIRL 2:And I make the bedM.C.:I go out daily to earn our daily bread.But we've one thing in commonGIRL 1:He,M.C.:SheGIRL 2:And me,GIRL 1:The key,GIRL 2:The key,M.C.:The key.Eins,GIRL 2:Zwei,GIRL 1:Drei,Los!Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!M.C.:We switch partners dailyTo play as he please,GIRL 1:Twosie beats onsie,M.C.:But nothing beats threes.I sleep in the middle,GIRL 2:I'm left,GIRL 1:And I'm right.M.C.:But there's room on the bottomIf you drop in some night!M.C. and GIRLS:Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.Two ladies.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.Two ladies.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:And he's the only man, ja!Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:I like it.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:They like it.Bee-dle-dee dee dee dee.M.C.:This two for one!Bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee bee-dle-dee

Two Ladies Cabaret John Kandor Fred Ebb Emcee, Lulu, Bobby

Being hereWith you right nowOur future is so clearOur union is so near[BROOKE & THE SQUIP]Being hereWith you right nowI'll tenderly guide you[THE SQUIP]Just take me inside youForeverYour life was so pitiful beforeNow it's time to go all the wayAnd more[THE SQUIP & (JEREMY)]You gotta' get an upgrade (Upgrade)UpgradeYou gotta get an upgrade (Upgrade)Upgrade [THE SQUIP]Don't worry about the guilt you feelJust take a breathAnd seal the dealDamn!Gotta get an upgradeYou gotta get an upgrade[JAKE]Do you wanna come overTo my place tonight?We'll get all sportyAnd play cricketOr get a fortyAnd just kick itMy parents won't be homeSo its alrightThey laundered moneyNow they're on the run[CHRISTINE, spoken]Wait- Th- That's illegal[JAKE]Which means the house is emptySo, that's funOh yeah, yeah [JAKE & (CHRISTINE)]Never hung with a girl like you beforeI don't know if you know itBut I am sureThat for me, you are an upgrade (Upgrade)UpgradeLet's be each other'sUpgrade (Oh wow)Upgrade[CHRISTINE]Well I am flatteredThis is newStill, I'm not sureWhat I should do[JAKE]You gotta' take the upgrade[BOTH]Gotta' take the upgrade[THE SQUIP]C-c-c c'monJeremy, can't you seeWe got a planNow be a man You start with BrookeAnd then, progressAnd we assessAnd soon, successWill interveneBy which, I mean...Christine[JEREMY]Christine[BOTH & (ENSEMBLE)]Christine (Christine)[ENSEMBLE]Christine, Christine[JEREMY, spoken]Michael?Where have you been all day?[MICHAEL, spoken]Really?So, you're not the one who's been avoiding me?[THE SQUIP, spoken]It's called optic nerve blockingI have been blocking Michael from your field of vision[JEREMY, spoken]Wait, what?[THE SQUIP, spoken]Michael is a link to "Jeremy 1.0"To upgrade you have to be willing to make sacrifices[MICHAEL, spoken]Seriously, what's up with you?You've been acting shady ever since-- since...It worked, didn't it?Jeremy, that's amazing!We gotta test it out-No, we gotta celebrate!We gotta...Get stoned in my basement![JEREMY]I already know what it's like to...Be the loserI should find out what it's like to...Not be the loserI don't wanna' be specialI just wanna beChill as life will allowShould I take the upgrade

Upgrade Be More Chill Joe Iconis Brooke, Squip, Jeremy, Jake, Christine, Ensemble

Theodosia writes me a letter ev'ry day.I'm keeping her bed warm while her husband is away.He's on the British side in Georgia.He's tryin' to keep the colonies in line.But he can keep all of Georgia.Theodosia, she's mine.Love doesn't discriminateBetween the sinnersAnd the saintsIt takes and it takes and it takesAnd we keep loving anyway.We laugh and we cry and we breakAnd we make our mistakes.And if there's a reason I'm by her sideWhen so many have triedThen I'm willing to wait for it.I'm willing to wait for it.My grandfatherWas a fire and brimstonepreacher, Preacher, preacher, preacherBut there are things that the homilies and hymnsWon't teach ya. Teach ya, teach ya, teach yaMy mother was a genius, GeniusMy father commanded respect. Respect, respectWhen they died they left no instructions.Just a legacy to protect.Death doesn't discriminateBetween the sinners and the saintsIt takes and it takes and it takesAnd we keep living anyway.We rise and we fall and we breakAnd we make our mistakes.And if there's a reason I'm still aliveWhen everyone who loves me has died

Wait for It Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda Burr

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 AmosAnd he stole my heart awayConvinced 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 madmanStill 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 gunOh yes, oh yes, oh yes we bothOh yes we bothOh yes, we both reached forThe gun, the gun, the gun, the gunOh yes, we both reached for the gunFor the gun. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes they bothOh yes, they bothOh yes, they both reached forThe gun, the gun, the gun, the gun,Oh yes, they both reached for the gunfor the gun. Understandable, understandableYes it's perfectly understandableComprehensible, ComprehensibleNot a bit reprehensibleIt's so defensible How're you feeling? Very frightened Are you sorry? Are you kidding? What's your statement? All I'd say isThough my choo-choo jumped the trackI'd give my life to bring him back And? Stay away from... What? Jazz and liquor... And? And the men who... What? Play for fun... And what? That's the thougt that... Yeah Came upon me... When? When we both reached for the gun! Understandable, understandable Yes, it's perfectly understandableComprehensible, comprehensibleNot a bit reprehensibleIt's so defensible!

We Both Reached For the Gun Chicago John Kandor Fred Ebb Roxie, Billy, Reporters

What a piece of work is manHow noble in reasonHow infinite in facultiesIn form and movingHow express and admirableIn action how like an angelIn apprehension how like a godThe beauty of the worldThe paragon of animals I have of lateBut wherefore I know notLost all my mirthThis goodly frameThe earthSeems to me a sterile promontoryThis most excellent canopyThe air-- look you!This brave o'erhanging firmamentThis majestical roofFretted with golden fireWhy it appears no other thing to meThan a foul and pestilent congregationOf vapors What a piece of work is manHow noble in reason How dare they try to end this beauty?How dare they try to end this beauty? Walking in spaceWe find the purpose of peaceThe beauty of lifeYou can no longer hide Our eyes are openOur eyes are openOur eyes are openOur eyes are openWide wide wide!

What a Piece of Work is Man Galt Macdermot William Shakespeare Tribe Duo

Seventeen eighty-nineHow does the bastard orphan, immigrant decorated war vetUnite the colonies through more debt?Fight the other founding fathers 'til he has to forfeit?Have it all, lose it allYou ready for more yet?Treasury Secretary, Washington's the PresidentEvery American experiment sets a precedentNot so fast, someone came along to resist himPissed him off until we had a two-party systemYou haven't met him yet, you haven't had the chance'Cause he's been kickin' ass as the ambassador to FranceBut someone's gotta keep the American promiseYou simply must meet Thomas, Thomas Thomas Jefferson's coming homeThomas Jefferson's coming homeThomas Jefferson's coming homeThomas Jefferson's coming homeThomas Jefferson's coming home Lord he's been off in Paris for so long(Aaa-ooo)(Aaa-ooo) France is following us to revolutionThere is no more status quoBut the sun comes up and the world still spins I helped Lafayette draft a declarationThen I said, I gotta goI gotta be in MonticelloNow the work at home begins So what'd I miss?What'd I miss?Virginia, my home sweet home, I wanna give you a kissI've been in Paris meeting lots of different ladiesI guess I basically missed the late eightiesI traveled the wide, wide world and came back to this Aaa-ooo There's a letter on my desk from the PresidentHaven't even put my bags down yet Sally be a lamb, darlin' won'tcha open it?It says the President's assembling a cabinetAnd that I am to be the Secretary of State, greatAnd that I'm already Senate-approvedI 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 Ready to face, whatever's awaitingMe 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 armAnd I respond, what's goin' on? (Aa-oo) Thomas, we are engaged in a battle for our nation's very soulCan you get us out of the mess we're in? Hamilton's new financial plan is nothing less than government controlI've been fighting for the South aloneWhere have you been? Uh France (aa-ooo)We have to win What'd I miss? (What'd what'd 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 sayI'm already on my way get to the bottom of this

What'd I Miss Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda Jefferson, Burr, Madison

Ask any of the chickies in my penThey'll tell you I'm the biggest mother henI love them all and all of them love meBecause the system works, the system called reciprocity Got a little mottoAlways sees me throughWhen you're good to MamaMama's good to you There's a lot of favorsI'm prepared to doYou do one for MamaShe'll do one for you They say that life is tit for tatAnd that's the way I liveSo, I deserve a lot of tatFor what I've got to give Don't you know that this handWashes that one, too?When you're good to MamaMama's good to you If you want my gravyPepper my ragùSpice it up for MamaShe'll get hot for you When they pass that basketFolks contribute toYou put in for MamaShe'll put out for you The folks atop the ladderAre the ones the world adoresSo boost me up my ladder, kidAnd I'll boost you up yours Let's all stroke togetherLike the Princeton crewWhen you're strokin' MamaMama's strokin' you So what's the one conclusionI can bring this number to?When you're good to MamaMama's good to you (ah yeah)

When You're Good to Mama Chicago John Kandor Fred Ebb Matron Mama Morton

Where do I goFollow the riverWhere do I goFollow the gulls Where is the somethingWhere is the someoneThat tells me why I live and die Where do I goFollow the childrenWhere do I goFollow their smiles Is there an answerIn their sweet facesThat tells me why I live and die Follow the wind songFollow the thunderFollow the neon in young lovers' eyes Down to the gutterUp to the glitterInto the cityWhere the truth lies Where do I goFollow my heartbeatWhere do I goFollow my hand Where will they lead meAnd will I everDiscover 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 Galt Macdermot James Rado and Gerome Ragni Claude and Tribe

Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!Fremder, étranger, strangerGlücklich zu sehenJe suis enchantéHappy to see youBleibe, reste, stayWillkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!I'm cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret!Meine damen und herrenMes dames et messieursLadies and gentlemenGuten abend! Bon soir! Good evening!Wie geht's? Comment sa va?Do you feel good?Ich bin eur confrencier!Je suis votre compèreI am your host!Und sageWillkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!I'm cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret!Leave your troubles outsideSo life is disappointing, forget it!In here life is beautifulThe girls are beautifulEven the orchestra is beautiful And now presenting the cabaret girls!Each and everyone a virginYou don't believe meWell, do not take my word for itGo ahead, ask her!Ha ha ha haOutside it is winter, but in here it is so hot!Every night we have the battle to keep the girls from taking offAll their clothing, so don't go away, who knows, tonight we mayLose the battle! Und sageWillkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!I'm cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret!We are here to serve you! Bleibe, reste, stayWillkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!I'm cabaret, au cabaretWir sorgen!Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!Fremder, etranger, stangerGlücklich zu sehenJe suis enchanté, enchanté, madame!Happy to see you, happy to see youBleibe, reste, stayUnd sage Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!Fremder, etranger, stangerGlücklich zu sehenJe suis enchanté Happy to see youBleibe, reste, stayWillkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!I'm cabaretAu cabaretTo cabaret!

Willkommen Cabaret John Kandor Fred Ebb Emcee and Kit Kat girls

She lightens my sadnessShe livens my daysShe bursts with a kind of madnessMy well-ordered waysMy happiest mistake, the ache of my life:You must meet my wifeShe bubbles with pleasureShe glows with surpriseDisrupts my accustomed leisureAnd ruffles my tiesI don't know even now quite how it beganYou must meet my wife, my AnneOne thousand whims to which I give inSince her smallest tear turns me ashenI never dreamed that I could live inSo completely demented, contented a fashionSo sunlike, so winningSo unlike a wifeI do think that I'm beginningTo show signs of lifeDon't ask me how at my age one still can grow--If you met my wife, you'd know(Desiree (speaking):) Dear FredrikI'm just longing to meet herSometime(Fredrik)She sparkles...(Desiree)How pleasant(Fredrik)She twinkles...(Desiree)How nice(Fredrik)Her youth is a sort of present--(Desiree) Whatever the price(Fredrik)The incandescent--what?--the--(Desiree (offering a cigarette):)Light?(Fredrik)--of my lifeYou must meet my wife(Desiree)Yes, I must. I really mustNow--(Fredrik)She flutters(Desiree) How charming(Fredrik)She twitters(Desiree)My word!(Fredrik)She floats(Desiree)Isn't that alarming?What is she, a bird?(Fredrik)She makes me feel I'm--what?--(Desiree)A very old man(Fredrik)Yes--no!(Desiree)No?(Fredrik)But--(Desiree)I must meet your Gertrude(Fredrik)My Anne(Desiree)Sorry--Anne(Fredrik)She loves my voice, my walk, my mustacheThe cigar, in fact, that I'm smokingShe'll watch me puff until it's just ashThen she'll save the cigar butt(Desiree)Bizarre, butYou're joking(Fredrik)She dotes on--(Desiree)Your dimple(Fredrik)My snoring(Desiree)How dear(Fredrik)The point is, she's really simple(Desiree)Yes, that much seems clear(Fredrik)She gives me funny names--(Desiree)Like?(Fredrik)"Old Dry-as-Dust."(Desiree)Wouldn't she just?(Fredrik)You must meet my wife(Desiree)Yes, I must, yes, I must(Fredrik)A sea of whims that I submerge inYet so loveable in repentanceUnfortunately still a virginBut you can't force a flower--(Desiree)Don't finish that sentence!She's monstrous!(Fredrik)She's frightened(Desiree)Unfeeling!(Fredrik)UnversedShe'd strike you as unenlightened--(Desiree)No, I'd strike her first(Fredrik)Her reticence, her apprehension--(Desiree)Her crust!(Fredrik)No!(Desiree)Yes!(Fredrik)No!(Desiree)Fredrik!(Fredrik)You must meet my wife(Desiree)Let me get my hat and my knife!(Fredrik)What was that?(Desiree)I must meet your wife(Both)Yes, you mustYes, I must

You Must Meet My Wife A Little Night Music Stephen Sondheim Desiree and Fredrick

You sayThe price of my love's not a price that you're willing to payYou cryIn your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go byWhy so sad?Remember we made an arrangement when you went awayNow you're making me madRemember, despite our estrangement, I'm your manYou'll be back, soon you'll seeYou'll remember you belong to meYou'll be back, time will tellYou'll remember that I served you wellOceans rise, empires fallWe have seen each other through it allAnd when push comes to shoveI will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya daDa da dat dat da ya da!Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya daDa da dat dat da... You say our love is draining and you can't go onYou'll be the one complaining when I am gone...And no, don't change the subjectCuz you're my favorite subjectMy sweet, submissive subjectMy loyal, royal subjectForever and ever and ever and ever and ever... You'll be back like beforeI will fight the fight and win the warFor your love, for your praiseAnd I'll love you till my dying daysWhen you're gone, I'll go madSo don't throw away this thing we hadCuz when push comes to shoveI will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love

You'll Be Back Hamilton Lin Manuel Miranda King George III