Simpatica
One look in your eyes and I knew you
Touching your hand bound me to you
You understand, for you are simpatica.
Simpatica
You don't have to talk to inspire me
Don't have to say you desire me
Day after day you are so simpatica.
You speak and it's the sweetest music
I have ever heard
You taught me how to live again
The day you taught me
That single word
Simpatica
I know that our love must be deathless.
Your little kiss leave me breathless
You must know this if you are simpatica
And you are so
Simpatica!
VERSE
See those handsome boys.
See that flash of femininity.
Hear the happy noise.
North and South are in proximity.
Cuban maids,
men from Ioway,
from parades
while the latin play.
What a day!
REFRAIN
North America meets South America.
Two happy countries say "Hello!"
North America meets South America.
They get together to stage a show.
The farmer from the North drops his plow.
Gaucho gives up his cow.
North America meets South America.
There's only one America now!
SCENE 1
[Counters right and left. Door with stairs leading up
to it center. Materials, such as silk goods, on counters.
There may also be, in the back of the counters, rack
from which this material is supposed to be kept. Great
commotion as the curtain rises, with customers running
about shouting and tormenting the floorwalker and
salesladies ]
MRS. KATZ: [trying. to get girl's eye ] .
Hurry, miss, I'm tired of waiting
2ND CUSTOMER: Aggravating! Aggravating!
3RD CUSTOMER: Oh, such service isn't decent!
ALL GIRLS: Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm!
LITTLE GIRL: I want something just like Mama's
MOTHER: What's the latest in pajamas?
STELLA: Here's a style that's very recent.
GIRLS: Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm!
STELLA: It will wear, you needn't worry.
ALL CUSTOMERS: Hurry! Hurry' . Hurry' . Hurry!
4TH CUSTOMER: I've been standing here for ages!
STELLA: Holy gee! We earn our wages.
MRS. KATZ: Miss, I'm gonna get you fired!
GIRLS: Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm!
2nd CUSTOMER: All this waiting makes me nervous.
MOTHER & LITTLE GIRL: Miss, is this the way to serve us?
4TH CUSTOMER: Can't you see I'm getting tired?
GIRLS: Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm!
MRS. KATZ: You have heard me mention
I want some attention;
Is your comprehension clear?
Why should I be slighted?
STELLA: Ma'am, don't get excited!
MRS. KATZ: You should be indicted, dear!
STELLA: Serve this lady , Lizzie,
Can't you see l'm busy?
All right! Gee, I'm dizzy
Now!
Some old dames are fussy!
MRS. KATZ: Oh, you little hussy!
STELLA: G'wan, you darn old mussy
Cow!
MRS. KATZ: You're a liar!
STELLA: You're another!
[They fight furiously. Mrs. Katz slaps Stella, but the
excitement is suddenly brought to a close by the bell
striking five]
FOUR CUSTOMERS:There's the bell!
[They start to go ]
FOUR OTHER CUSTOMERS:There's the bell!
ALL GIRLS: It's closing time!
ALL: It's closing time!
ALL CUSTOMERS: We'll be late for supper.
[Exeunt customers ]
[The girls file out to get their hats, and during the
following scene return with the boys from the shipping
department, who help the girls cover up the various
counters for the night. Mary is at her counter and
Stella goes to her]
STELLA: Tired, kid?
MARY: No, Stella dear.
STELLA: Listen, Mary , got a date ?
MARY: Not yet.
STELLA: Not yet!
But you' re gonna make one. I bet!
MARY: You get so tired- tired of working
Once in a while.
You feel like nothing-nothing but
shirking
Once in a while.
STELLA:
And when you think of Torn, the shipping clerk,
It' s very hard for you to do your work.
MARY: [showing book ]
Take a look
In this book.
I took it home last night
Though it wasn't right . . .
And you and I and all the things
we do . . .
We aren't really-really alive, dear.
[Shows book again]
It Seems that two lovers like
Tommy and me,
They live in a castle arising from
the sea.
STELLA: Don't they work?
What a break!
MARY: They're rich and they're handsome
And he brings her the moon.
STELLA: Heaven' s sakef
What a breakf
MARY: [carried away by the story ]
Millions of moonbeams are dancing
In the bright yellow gleam of her
hair;
His eyes with starlight are
glancing-
He is stalwart and slender and f air! .
They've lived in the palace forever
and a day.
She pledged .with a chalice forever
to obey! .
STELLA : [interrupting ]
Here comes Tom!
What a break!
[Tom enters, smiles at Stella, who winks to him and
exits. He crosses happily to Mary ]
TOM: Hello, Mary, got a date?
MARY: Why, yes.
TOM: [crestfallen ]
Why, yes? Well, that gives me a
stand-up, I guess.
MARY: Tom, I have my date with you!
TOM: [Joyfully]
With me!
MARY: With you!
Call for me when the meeting is
through.
[They snatch a hurrled kiss as the boys and girls stand
around chatting. Stella raps for attention ]
STELLA: Listen, folks, for just a minute!
Don't go home-there' s a meeting.
Our employer, Mr. Jeremiah Price,
Will give you several words of good
advice.
ALL: Hurray! Hurray! . Hurray! . Hurray!
He's gonna give something away!
[Mr. Price, expensively and elegantly clad, enters in
his most benevolent and pompous manner. He nods
patronizingly to all ]
PRICE: Good evening, little busy bees.
ALL: Good evening, Mr. Price!
STELLA: We surely think it very nice
For you to give us your attention.
PRICE: Oh, not at all, it is my duty
To spread the light of joy and
beauty-
To give you all my inspiration,
Thus everyone will love his
occupation.
[He comes down center]
Although the modern rage is
A cry for higher wages,
I pay you less to keep you from
temptation!
I've built you a chapel for sweet
meditation,
I've built you a rest room for your
recreation,
I've built you a ball field for health
conservation,
So you can all work through the
summer vacation. . . .
Tell me, do you love your work?
ALL: [circling about him ]
Mr. Price, it's very nice!
PRICE: I'm conferring a favor on you!
[Price takes a scroll from one of the salesboys and reads
from it ]
You all love your work-
Such love is divine:
Instead of eight hours
You will now work nine.
ALL: Mr. Price, that's very nice!
The days of hard labor have gone
out of date.
Since love is the watchword there's
no room for hate.
PRICE: I love my employees more
Than mere words can tell.
If I am successful, you share my
success:
I give you my smiles and my daily
address!
Now , nothing else could please
more-
Than our big store yell.
Give the yell with happiness and
love.
[Two of the salespeople-a boy and a girl-have
jumped from the side to take his order as soon as he has
given it. They lead the cheer-the boy on the left, the
girl on the right ]
ALL: Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Service! Service!
Strong hearts and willing hands!
Go get! Go get!
Action! Action!
Pep! Pep! That always lands!
Co-op! Co-op!
Cooperation too!
Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Price's! Price's!
They all look up to you.
[Both cheerleaders fall exhausted ]
PRICE: More high than royalty
I deem true loyalty
And with some prizes I'll reward the faithful.
So I'll select a few of you, my dears,
To whom I'll give some little souvenirs.
ALL: Hurray! . Hurray! . Hurray! . Hurray! .
He' s gonna give something away! .
PRICE: Miss Smith, your work has always
stood the test-
A book of poems by Mr. . . . Edgar Guest!
[She takes it ]
Step forward, Miss Mary Brown.
Because you never flirt you
Have earned a prize for virtue.
Because you're modest as a girl can be,
A copy of my memoirs autographed
by . . . me!
Mr. Thomas Jones!
[Thomas Jones comes forward]
A model of morality
Unto the whole locality.
He who denies it spreads a libel.
You've won a copy of the Bible!
Tom Jones and Mary Brown,
You're two of the nicest young people in town.
[They step back ]
To close the meeting as the skies grow dim,
Let's greet the twilight with our loving hymn.
ALL: Onward! Onward! Follow your duty!
Onward! Onward! Joyfully bold!
In the loyal army of beauty
Smile away and do as you're told!
Follow! Follow duty delightful!
Follow! Follow labor today'
Pack each minute so tight full, right full!
Smile gaily as you pray!
AMEN!
PRICE: Good night!
ALL: [extending their hands to shake hands
with Mr. Price ]
Good night!
[ All start to exit, and Price starts for opposite side ]
PRICE: [Looks at watch ]
I'll be late for supper!
[Exit Price ]
[Mary has remained behind her counter. Tom has
watched the others leave. He crosses to Mary 's counter,
runs behind, and kisses her]
MARY: Oh, no, Tom!
TOM: Oh, yes, Mary , I can't help it!
I've been waiting for this moment;
I've forgotten what your "no" meant.
MARY: If someone sees us!
TOM: I'm not sure that would displease us.
When we are married . . .
MARY: Married on what? On your eighteen a week?
TOM: I'll get a raise.
MARY: Possibly not. When you do you can speak.
TOM: I'll count the days.
I'm going to kiss you!
MARY: You really shouldn't!
TOM: All right, I shouldn't.
[He kisses her. Mary doesn't resist a great deal ]
MARY: [her mood changing]
I don't want to work the rest of my life.
All the bustle and the worry:
Hurry! . Hurry! Hurry! . Hurry! .
I don't want to have to answer
"Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm! Yes'm!"
[She picks up book ]
TOM: She's not as lovely-lovely as you are.
No one could be!
I can't do a thing all day-
I'm thinking of you.
I just eat my heart away-
I'm thinking of you.
And I don't want to wait,
I love you so!
Tomorrow is too late,
I love you so!
MARY: Oh, dearest, hold me in your arms tonight!
Just tonight!
I'm sure it must be right!
TOM:[Starts to take her in him arms]
I'll keep you here!
MARY: Forever, dear!
TOM: I'll be working ev'ry day
With joy in my heart
MARY: And forever I'll obey
The boy in my heart!
Now you're mine, dear.
You're divine, dear!
Ah!
[They kiss passionately ]
To think you really held me near to you!
I've told my heart, my hope, my fear to you.
How does my boldness, dear, appear to you?
TOM: My kisses should have made that clear to you, my dear!
MARY. [looking al watch ]
It's so late!
[She starts lo go ]
TOM: Please, let' s wait!
MARY: I'll be late for supper!
[Tom helps her on with coat, goes to door, and tries to
open it. He finds it locked ]
TOM: It's locked! We're locked in! . . .
Locked tight!
MARY: Good night!
TOM: Good night!
MARY: Try it again!
I must go home!
The folks will worry!
Open it. Hurry!
TOM : [ Tries again, unsuccessfully ]
It can't be done.
The janitor's the one
Who did it, the son-of-a-gun!
[Comes back to her as she takes off her coat ]
I'm sorry, dear.
We must stay here.
MARY: What would the boss say
If he found us this way?
TOM: We'll tell him some excuse or other!
MARY: What will I say to Mother? -
TOM: Tell her you love me!
Rub those little tears away,
They grieve me, my dear-
I don't care what people say,
Believe me, my dear.
MARY: And I don't fear the end
When I'm with you,
As long as I can spend
My time with you.
TOM: There comes a lovely moment of beauty
Once in a while.
In such a moment love is a duty
Once in a while.
[The chimes of a nearby church are heard ]
MARY: There's the bell.
TOM: There' s the bell!
MARY : The steeple bell.
TOM: The steeple bell! . . .
We'll be late for breakfast.
[They embrace as the curtain falls ]
We bring drama to your great metropolis,
We are teh little theatre group.
Each of us has built a small acropolis To hold our little theatre troupe.
We'd be very glad to meet you, and greet you, and seat you and treat you just
great.
For all commercial art is hollow;
So follow Apollo and swallow our bait
Help to serve the art of your Cosmopolis,
If you'll be one of us, Each son of us will welcome you at the gate.
The neighborhood playhouse may shine below the Macy Gimbel line,
It was built to make a ride for people on Fifth Avenue.
To Yeats and Synge and Shaw and such we add an oriental touch,
We bring out the aesthetic soul you didn't know you have in you.
We like to serve a mild dish of folk lore quaintly childish
Or something Oscar Wildeish, in pantomime or dance.
Grand Street folk we never see'em they think the place is a museum
And we know just what we do, Because we always take a chance.
The Provincetown Playhouse still owns the art of Robert Edmond Jones,
From the classic drama we're a notable secessionist.
We've even made the censors feel the verity of Gene O'Neill.
The meaning doesn't matter if the manner is expressionist!
Our one great contribution to art is revolution!
Our mood is very "Roosh-in" you can tell it at a glance.
Our bare stage may look funny but it saves us lots of money.
And we know just what we do, Because we always take a chance.
For your attention, many thanks we've brought along subscription blanks,
For actor's Theatre that the audience may glory in.
The dear old "Servant in the House" the "Pride of Mister Rankin Touse,"
And plays by Henrik Ibsen in a manner quite Victorian!
We spurn the bedroom dramas with heroes in pajamas,
For things that pleased our Mamas such as Candida's romance.
We wear the sock and buskin to the taste of old John Ruskin
And we know just what we do, Because we nevre take a chance!
VERSE
I'd travel the plains.
Im mountain streams I'd paddle.
Over the Rockies I would trail.
I'd hark to the strains
of cowboys in the saddle-
not very musical but male.
I've roamed o'er the range with the herd,
where seldom is heard an intelligent word.
REFRAIN
Git along, little taxi, you can keep the change.
I'm riding home to my kitchen range
Way out west On west end avenue.
Oh, I love to listen to the wagon wheels
that bring the milk that your neighbor steals
Way out west On west end avenue.
Keep all your mountains
and your lone prairie so pretty,
give me the fountains
that go wring at Rodeo City.
I would trade your famous deer and antelope
for one tall beer and a cantaloupe
Way out west On west end avenue.
Yippee-aye-ay!
Look at me again, dear;
Let's hold hands and then, dear,
Sigh in chorus; It won't bore us, to be sure;
There's no meaning to it,
Yet we overdo it, With a relish that is hellish to endure;
I am not the kind that merly flirts;
I just love and love until it hurts.
Darling you're so handsome,
Strong and clever and sometimes you seem, dear,
Like a dream, dear, that came true.
That's why I picked you out;
Better men I threw out
Of my living room while giving room to you;
I would rather read of love in books;
Love is much more painful than it looks.
Oh, sentimental me and poor romantic you;
Dreaming dreams is all that we can do;
We hang around all day and ponder,
While both of us grow fonder
The Lord knows where we're wandering to!
I sit and sigh; you sigh and sit upon my knee;
We laugh and cry, and never disagree;
A million kisses we'll make theft of
Until there's nothing left of Poor romantic you and sentimental me.
Oh, sentimental me and poor romantic you;
Dreaming dreams is all that we can do;
We hang around all day and ponder,
While both of us grow fonder
The Lord knows where we're wandering to!
I sit and sigh; you sigh and sit upon my knee;
We laugh and cry, and never disagree;
A million kisses we'll make theft of
Until there's nothing left of Poor romantic you and sentimental me.
Summer journeys
To Niag'ra
And to other places
Aggravate all our cares.
We'll save our fares.
I've a cozy little flat
In what is known as old Manhattan.
We'll settle down
Right here in town.
We'll have Manhattan,
The Bronx and Staten
Island too.
It's lovely going through
The zoo.
It's very fancy
On old Delancey
Street, you know.
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
We'll go to Greenwich,
Where modern men itch
To be free;
And Bowling Green you'll see
With me.
We'll bathe at Brighton
The fish you'll frighten
When you're in.
Your bathing suit so thin
Will make the shellfish grin
Fin to fin.
I'd like to take a
Sail on Jamaica
Bay with you.
And fair Canarsie's lake
We'll view.
The city's bustle cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
We'll go to Yonkers
Where true love conquers
In the wilds.
And starve together, dear,
In Childs'.
We'll go to Coney
And eat baloney
On a roll.
In Central Park we'll stroll,
Where our first kiss we stole,
Soul to soul.
Our future babies
We'll take to "Abie's
Irish Rose."
I hope they'll live to see
It close.
The city's clamor can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil.
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
We'll have Manhattan,
The Bronx and Staten
Island too.
We'll try to cross'
Fifth Avenue.
As black as onyx
We'll find the Bronnix
Park Express.
Our Flatbush flat, I guess,
Will be a great success,
More or less.
A short vacation
On Inspiration Point
We'll spend,
And in the station house we'll end,
But Civic Virtue cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
VERSE
When I was young I was a fool myself.
I thought I ran the school myself.
I thought that I could rule myself.
You're just as bad as I -
When i was young I was no jewel myself.
Like everyone I was a tool myself.
And now I know I was just cruel to myself.
You're just as bad-- as foolish as I.
REFRAIN
You're in love,
you crazy little things.
Start to love,
You lazy little things.
Just put your arms
where you should put your arms.
Why should you two care,
ever, any where?* (Alternate version: *Love is ev'rywhere.)
You're in love,
you crazy little things.
You're in love,
you pigeons without wings.
What can I say?
You are fools today
As i was many years ago.
Here in my arms it's adorable!
It's deplorable
that you were never there.
When little lips are so kissable
it's permissible
for my to ask my share.
Next to my heart is ever so lonely,
I'm holding only air,
while here is my arms it's adorable!
It's deplorable
that you where never there.
REPRISE
Your pretty words were adorable
it's deplorable
that they were only lies.
Still you will find I am affable
it was laughable
that I believed your eyes.
Next to my heart is ever so lonely,
I'm holding only air,
while here is my arms it's adorable!
It's deplorable
that you never will be there.
You're a siren if there ever was one-
And there was one.
You're a Lorelei,
I'm a dope.
You're a baddie if I ever saw one-
And I've seen one.
Darling, you're a lie;
I've no hope.
I'm at the end of my rope.
REFRAIN 1
You are so fair-
Like an Oriental vision,
But you won't make that decision.
You're not quite fair.
I'd pay vour fare
To Niagara Falls and back too,
But you never will react to
This love affair.
You are the crepes suzette
I should get
On my bill of fare,
But if you love me not,
Flower pot,
See if I care.
See how you'll fare
If you keep on playing Rover.
When I come to think it over,
You're only fair.
REFRAIN 2
You are so fair
But you know you' re no Apollo
And to say you're hard to swallow
Is only fair.
I'd pay your fare
All around the world and back too,
For I'd like to give the sack to
This love affair.
You are the Camembert
I can't bear
On my bill of fare,
So if you love me not,
Flower pot,
See if I care.
See how you'll fare
If you keep on playing Rover.
When I come to think it over,
You're only fair.
REFRAIN 3
Your hair ain't fair
And you got no style in dressing.
I'm afraid you ain't possessing
No savoir-faire.
I'd pay your fare
To the tropic of New Guinea,
For I'd like to yell "C'est finis"
To this affair.
You are the freak event
In the tent
Of a county fair;
So if you love me not,
Polka dot,
See if I care.
See how you'll fare
If you keep on playing Rover.
When I come to think it over,
You're only fair.
VERSE
Sometimes you think you've lived before
All that you live today
Things you do come back to you
As though they knew the way
Oh, the tricks your mind can play!
REFRAIN
It seem we stood and talked like this before
we looked at each other in the same way then,
But I can't remenber where or when.
The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore.
The smile you are smiling you were smilimg then,
But i can't remember where or when.
Some things that happend for the first time,
Seem to be happenig again.
Amd so it seems that we have met before
and laughted before
and loved before,
But who knows where or when.
I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted, too,
From Maine to Albuquerque.
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball,
And what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca' ad.
But social circles spin too fast for me.
My Hobohemia is the place to be.
REFRAIN 1
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theater but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I don't like crapgames with Barons and Earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's oke
Hates California is cold and is damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
REFRAIN 2
I go to Coney-the beach is divine.
I go to ball games-the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read ev'ry line.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I like a prizefight that isn't a fake.
I love the rowing on Central Park Lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I like the green grass under my shoes.
What can I lose?
I'm flat! That's that!
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
REFRAIN 3 (reprise)
Don't know the reason for cocktails at five.
I don't like flying-I'm glad I'm alive.
I crave affection, but not when I drive.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Folks go to London and leave me behind.
I'll miss the crowning, Queen Mary won't mind.
I don't play Scarlett in Gone With the Wind-
That' s why the lady is a tramp.
I like to hang my hat where I please.
Sail with the breeze.
No dough-heigh-ho!
I love La Guardia and think he's a champ.
That' s why the lady is a tramp.
REFRAIN 4 (reprise)
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan.
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own.
That's why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Sardi's is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out.
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face.
Diamonds and lace,
No got-so what?
VERSE
Be hold the way our fine feathered-friend
his virtue doth parade.
Thou knowest not my dim witted friend,
the picture Thou hast made.
Thy vacant brow and Thy tousled hair
conceal Thy good intent.
Thou noble upright, truthful, sincere
And slightly dopey gent- you are..
REFRAIN
My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
You looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little bit weak
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
Don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine's day
Johnny could only sing one note
And the note he sings was this
Ah!
Poor Johnny one-note
sang out with "gusto"
And just overlorded the place
Poor Johnny one-note
yelled willy nilly
Until he was bleu in the face
For holding one note was his ace
Couldn't hear the brass
Couldn't hear the drum
He was in a class
By himself, by gum!
Poor Johnny one-note
Got in Aida
Indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note
Howled like the North Wind
Brought forth wind that made critics rave,
While Verdi turned round in his grave!
Couldn't hear the flute
Or the big trombone
Ev'ry one was mute
Johnny stood alone.
Cats and dogs stopped yapping
Lions in the zoo
All were jealous of Johnny's big trill
Thunder claps stopped clapping,
Traffic ceased its roar,
And they tell us Niag'ra stood still.
He stopped the train whistles,
Boat whistles,
steam whistles,
Cop whistles,
all whistles bowed to his skill
Sing Johnny One-Note,
Sing out with "gusto" and
Just overwhelm all the crowd
Ah!
So sing Johnny One-Note, out loud!!
Sing Johnny One-Note
Sing Johnny One-Note out loud!
VERSE
You don't know that I felt good
when we up and parted.
You don't know I knocked on wood
gladly broken-hearted.
Worrying is trought,
I sleep all night
appetite and health restored.
You don't know how muck I'm bored!
REFRAIN 1
The sleepless nights,
the daily fights
the qick toboggan when you reach the heights
I miss the kisses and I miss the bites
I wish I were in love again!
The broken dates,
the endless waits,
the lovely loving and the hateful hates,
the conversations with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again!
No more pain
no more strain
now I'm sane but ...
I would rather be gaga!
The pulled-out fur
of cat and cur
the fine mismating of a him and her
I've learned my lesson, but I wish I were
in love again!
REFRAIN 2
The furtive sight
the blackened eye,
the words "I'll love you till the day I day"
the self-deception the belives the lie
I wish I were in love again!
When love congeals
it soon reveals
the faint aroma of performing seals
the double-crossong ps a pair of heels.
I wish I were in love again!
No more care
no despair
I'm all there now
But I'd rather be punch-drunk!
Belive me sir
I much prefer
the classic battle of a him and her.
I don't like quiet and
I wish I were in love again!
They call us babes in arms
but we are babes in armor.
They laugh at babes in arms
but we'll be laughing far more.
On city street and farms
They'll hear a rising was cry.
Youth will arrive,
let them know you are alive,
make it your cry!
They call us babes in arms
they think they must direct us.
But if we're babes in arms
we'll make them all respect us.
Why have we got our arms,
what have we got our sight for?
Play day is done,
we have a place in the sun
we must fight for.
So babes in arms to arms!
