I didn't listen, and I couldn't see,
And all I have left now,
Are words she gave to me
Sing me a song sweet music man,
'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand
Like I used to,
I'm through with you
You touched my soul with your beautiful song
You even had me singing along right with you
You said "I needed you"
But then you changed the words and that harmony
And you sang that song you'd written for me
To someone new
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do,
And nobody else can make me sing along,
And nobody else can make me feel
That things are right when they're wrong,
Nobody sings a love song quite like you.
Sing me a song sweet music man,
Your making a living doing one night stands
that do for you what you need them to
Your still a hell of a singer but a broken man
And you surround yourself with people who demand
So little of you
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do,
And nobody else can make me sing along,
And nobody else can make me feel,
That things are right when they're wrong
with a song,
Nobody sings a love song quite like you.
So sing me a song sad music man,
I believe in you
Recently I've been thinkin about what I am and where my priorities lie
Gettin it together on some future plan, decidin what I need to get by
I tried workin and schoolin but there just not my plan, oh no
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man
Well I could be pickin bluegrass or singin the blues,
it doesn't really matter to me
As long as I'm playin the music I just can't lose,
and noones gonna tell me differently
Cause all I really care about is sittin right here in my hands,
oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man
Well my momma sits and worries about me for days
Even though she really likes the way the boy plays
My daddy tells her I'm just goin through a phase
But that's just what he always says
I hear what they're sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man
(repeat) yeah
(solo)
Well my momma sits and worries about me for days
Even though she really likes the way the boy plays
My daddy tells her that I'm goin through a phase
But that's just what he always says
I hear what they're sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man
Well I've told you my story now here's what I've found
To be happy you need only be real
So don't let anyone try to turn your head around
Just remember you are what you feel
You see all of my life people been tryin to tell me what I am, oh yeah
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man, oh yeah
Tom johnston
It's late at night
Can't go to sleep
Eyes open wide
Doin' the midnight creep
Well it's just a holiday
For a circus dream
'cause I'm a music man baby
Hangin' from a wire with no net below
You know I'm gonna catch you if you fall
Swirling dancers
Driftin' in the night
Make you go crazy
Forget what is wrong and what is right
'cause the melody gonna make you high
Float you away like a cloud in the sky
And the music man with a song for you
A sweet georgia minstrel who loves to sing the blues
Get it
Come and get it
When you get back home to your flat in the city
Notice that your neighbor has the radio on
Out of nowhere you gonna hear a sound
Movin' through your head, spinning 'round and 'round
And the music man with a song for you
A sweet georgia minstrel who loves to sing the blues
Get it
I made my life as a music man,
I can't say that I'd ever change it.
I counted time and my song began
With no-one to help me arrange it.
There've been better times in better places
With people who had kinder faces,
But there's more to a band
Than a one night stand,
So I stay a music man.
Then there's Mister Ten Percent
Takes your money just to pay his rent.
You put your feet across the door,
Step in gold dust on the floor.
The nice man shows you where to sign,
You lose your life on the dotted line.
He's a man of ice, you can see right through,
But he's gonna make a star out of you.
What's a star,
What's a star,
What's a star?
If you raise your glasses high,
You might see him cross the sky.
He's a singer,
He's a writer,
He's a genuine exciter.
He's a star,
He's a star,
Muuuuuuuusic!
The music man (repeat 4x)
I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
And I appear from place to place as the music man, aka master ace
Stacks of flyers are pressed up
All the part people are home getting dressed up
Just to hear the sound of the underground
Fusion, and the bass like thunder pounds
And so they pack the show just to see
He who claims to be the music man
The music man (repeat 4x)
It's about time for the music man to rip
First I take a sip, then I like grip
The crowd tight into my hand with the loud
Intro, then throw lyrics from a cloud like zeus
I'm the one to get the ladies loose
Baby, you just got seduced and juiced
By the master ace, I'm not a villian from a place
In the west, that was just the was I was dressed
And so, looking for lust I stand
I got girls, but I would never bring sand to the beach
Each and every person give a hand
And swing with the capital a, the music man
The music man (repeat 3x)
I bet you thought the music man would take a short
I fought tooth and nail to prevail in this sport
So lend me your ears, my peers because here's
Who doesn't fear another because fear's
In the mind, so don't try to scare because you might find
A chair thrust upon your back with the wack
So there, I put you in your place with haste
Now flee, cause now you can't be master ace, the music man
The music man (repeat 8x)
I'm here to reach the youth
The only way that I can to that is to teach the truth, so I do
Some used to diss and dismiss this
But then many of those small minds grew
To understand the mission of the music man
I know the time, and I clock dough so I'm grand
But I'm not a father, no I'm more like the sun
Shining down on every single one
So run, run and tell em all
Yell it from a wall, the music man will never fall
Or fail, raps tip the scale to get you hot and
I wear cotton, I don't bail
Or pick, I like to kick raps, hape, you have none
So quit, gather round, hear the sound of the man
Cause I can, yes you know I can, yes I can can
Satisfy with the fly display, this may dismay
But I am, the music man, yeah I'm the music man
Man come set me free
I view time as a fallen angel, once a friend it's not there for me
Livin' large in the valley of strangers, just a son of reality
Pure in heart, clear in mind, Music Man come set me free
I spent time eye to eye with danger, felt the ropes reaching out for me
Feeling small in the army of shameless, just a leaf on the family tree
Purest heart, clearest mind, Music Man gonna set me free
The dream's in her arms
Embraced in her arms
The dream comes alive
Embraces your life
I built walls of a strong foundation, for my friends or they seemed to be
Travel life giving all to strangers, in their smiles it makes me see
Give your heart, open mind, Music Man is the man in me
The dream's in her arms
Embraced in her arms
The dream comes alive
Embraces your life
Well I've testified life in the court of her laws
I've battled the axes, the ashes I saw
And I saw them all once and I saw them again in the end
And again, and again, and again, and again and again in life, in life
I view time as a fallen angel, once a friend it's not there for me
Livin' large in the valley of strangers, just a son of reality
Pure in heart, clearest mind, Music Man is the man in me
The dream's in her arms
Embraced in her arms
The dream comes alive
Harold:
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no!
But a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diff'rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City
Youth'll be frittern away,
I say your young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless music
That'll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
People:
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
Harold:
Mothers of River City!
Heed the warning before it's too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy's Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like 'swell?"
And 'so's your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we've got trouble.
We're in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
Marian:
Dream of now, dream of then.
Dream of a love song that might have been.
Do I love you?
Oh, yes, I love you.
And I'll bravely tell you
But only when we dream again.
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
How sweet that mem'ry how long ago
Forever?
Oh, yes forever.
Will I ever tell you?
Harold:
Madam Librarian
What can I do, my dear, to catch your ear
I love you madly, madly Madam Librarian...Marian
Heaven help us if the library caught on fire
And the Volunteer Hose Brigademen
Had to whisper the news to Marian...Madam Librarian!
What can I say, my dear, to make it clear
I need you badly, badly, Madam Librarian...Marian
If I stumbled and I busted my what-you-may-call-it
I could lie on your floor
'Till my body had turned to carrion....Madam Librarian.
Now in the moonlight, a man could sing it
In the moonlight
And a fellow would know that his darling
Had heard ev'ry word of his song
With the moonlight helping along.
But when I try in here to tell you, dear
I love you madly, madly, Madam Librarian...Marian
It's a long lost cause I can never win
For the civilized world accepts as unforgivable sin
Any talking out loud with any librarian
People:
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street,
Oh please let it be for me!
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street,
I wish, I wish I knew what it could be!
First Voice:
I got a box of maple sugar on my birthday.
Second Voice:
In March I got a gray mackinaw.
Third Voice:
And once I got some grapefruit from Tampa.
Fourth Voice:
Montgom'ry Ward sent me a bathtub and a cross-cut saw.
People:
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' now
Is it a prepaid surprise or C.O.D.
Fifth Voice:
It could be curtains!
Sixth Voice:
Or dishes!
Seventh Voice:
Or a double boiler!
Eighth Voice:
Or it could be
People:
Yes, it could be
Yes, you're right it surely could be
Eighth Voice:
Somethin' special
People:
Somethin' very, very special now
Eighth Voice:
Just for me!
People:
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street.
Oh, don't let him pass my door!
O-ho the Wells Fargo
Wagon is a-comin' down the street
I wish I knew what he was comin' for.
Ninth Voice:
I got some salmon from Seattle last September.
Tenth Voice:
And I expect a new rockin' chair.
Eleventh Voice:
I hope I get my raisins from Fresno.
Quartet:
The D.A.R. have sent a cannon for the courthouse square.
Winthrop:
O-ho the Wellth Fargo Wagon ith a-comin' now,
I don't know how I can ever wait to thee.
It could be thumpin' for thumone who is
No relation but it could be thump'n thpethyul
Just for me!
People:
O-ho, you Wells Fargo Wagon keep a-comin'
O-ho, you Wells Fargo
Wagon, keep a-comin'.
O-ho you Wells Fargo Wagon, Don't you dare Mae a stop
Marian:
There were bells on the hill
But I never heard them ringing,
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was you.
There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till there was you.
And there was music,
And there were wonderful roses,
They tell me,
In sweet fragrant meadows of dawn, and dew.
There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
People:
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street,
Oh please let it be for me!
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street,
I wish, I wish I knew what it could be!
First Voice:
I got a box of maple sugar on my birthday.
Second Voice:
In March I got a gray mackinaw.
Third Voice:
And once I got some grapefruit from Tampa.
Fourth Voice:
Montgom'ry Ward sent me a bathtub and a cross-cut saw.
People:
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' now
Is it a prepaid surprise or C.O.D.
Fifth Voice:
It could be curtains!
Sixth Voice:
Or dishes!
Seventh Voice:
Or a double boiler!
Eighth Voice:
Or it could be
People:
Yes, it could be
Yes, you're right it surely could be
Eighth Voice:
Somethin' special
People:
Somethin' very, very special now
Eighth Voice:
Just for me!
People:
O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street.
Oh, don't let him pass my door!
O-ho the Wells Fargo
Wagon is a-comin' down the street
I wish I knew what he was comin' for.
Ninth Voice:
I got some salmon from Seattle last September.
Tenth Voice:
And I expect a new rockin' chair.
Eleventh Voice:
I hope I get my raisins from Fresno.
Quartet:
The D.A.R. have sent a cannon for the courthouse square.
Winthrop (lisp):
O-ho the Wellth Fargo Wagon ith a-comin' now,
I don't know how I can ever wait to thee.
It could be thumpin' for thumone who is
No relation but it could be thump'n thpethul
Just for me!
People:
O-ho, you Wells Fargo Wagon keep a-comin'
O-ho, you Wells Fargo
Wagon, keep a-comin'.
O-ho you Wells Fargo Wagon, Don't you dare Mae a stop
Harold:
No wide-eyed, eager,
Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me.
That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever--
Listen, boy--
A girl who trades on all that purity
Merely wants to trade my independence for her security.
The only affirmative she will file
Refers to marching down the aisle.
No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess--
No sir!
For no Diana do I play faun.
I can tell you that right now.
I snarl, I hiss: How can ignorance be compared to bliss?
I spark, I fizz for the lady who knows what time it is.
I cheer, I rave for the virtue I'm too late to save
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.
No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby
Not for me.
That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew.
I prefer to take a chance on a more adult romance.
No dewy young miss
Who keeps resisting all the time she keeps insisting!
No wide-eyed, wholesome innocent female.
No sir.
Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish you see?--PLOP!
I flinch, I shy, when the lass with the delicate air goes by
I smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in.
I hope, and I pray, for a Hester to win just one more "A"
The sadder-but-wiser girl's the girl for me.
Quartet:
How can there be any sin in sincere
Where is the good in goodbye?
Your apprehensions confuse me dear
Puzzle and mystify (Mystify)
Tell me what can be fair in farewell, dear
While one single star shines above
How can there be any sin in sincere?
Aren't we sincerely in love?
Marian:
Goodnight, my someone,
Goodnight, my love,
Sleep tight, my someone,
Sleep tight, my love,
Our star is shining it's brightest light
For goodnight, my love, for goodnight.
Sweet dreams be yours, dear,
If dreams there be
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might
Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight
True love can be whispered from heart to heart
When lovers are parted they say
But I must depend on a wish and a star
As long as my heart doesn't know who you are.
Sweet dreams be yours dear,
If dreams there be
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might
Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.
Goodnight,
Quartet:
It's you in the sunrise, it's you in my cup.
It's you all the way into town.
It's your sweet "Hello, dear" that sets me up
And it's your "Got to go, dear" that gets me down.
It's you on my pillow in all my dreams.
'Til once more the morning breaks through
What words could be saner or truer or plainer
Than it's you, it's you.
Yes, it's you.
Marcellus:
Well a woman who'll kiss on the very first date
Is usually a hussy.
And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out
Is anything but fussy.
But a woman who waits 'til the third time around,
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground!
She's the girl he's glad he's found--she's his
Shi-Poo-Pi! Shi-Poo-Pi! Shi-Poo-Pi! Shi-Poo-Pi!
Boys:
The girl who's hard to get!
Marcellus:
Shi-Poo-Pi!
Shi-Poo-Pi
Shi-Poo-Pi
Girls:
But you can win her yet.
Marcellus::
Walk her once just to raise the curtain,
Walk around twice and you make for certain.
Once more in the flower garden,
She will never get sore
If you beg her pardon.
All:
Do re me fa so la si
Do si la sol fa mi re do
Marcellus:
Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin',
If you get a squeeze back, that's fancy cookin',
Once more for a pepper-upper,
She will never get sore on her way to supper.
All:
Do re me fa sol la si
Do si do
Marcellus:
Shi-Poo-Pi!
Shi-Poo-Pi!
Shi-Poo-Pi!
Boys:
The girl who's hard to get.
Marcellus:
Shi-Poo-Pi!
Shi-Poo-Pi!
Shi-Poo-Pi!
Girls:
But you can win her yet.
All:
Shi-Poo-Pi, Shi-Poo-Pi, Shi-Poo-Pi!
The girl who's hard to get.
Shi-Poo-Pi,
Shi-Poo-Pi, Shi-Poo-Pi, but you can win her yet.
You can win her yet!
Harold:
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo-
Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band.
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds
Springing up like weeds
There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering, thundering all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having it's big, fat say!
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, thundering louder than before
Clarinets of ev'ry size
And trumpeters who'd improvise
1st salesman: Cash for the merchandise, cash for the button hooks
3rd salesman: Cash for the cotton goods, csh for the hard goods
1st Salesman: Cash for the fancy goods
2nd salesman: cash for the noggins and the piggins and the frikins
3rd Salesman: Cash for the hogdhead, cask and demijohn. Cash for the crackers and the pickels and the flypaper
4th Salesman: Look whatayatalk. whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayataalk, whatayatalk?
5th Salesman: Weredayagitit?
4th Salesman: Whatayatalk?
1st Salesman: Ya can talk, ya can talk, ya can bicker ya can talk, ya can bicker, bicker bicker ya can talk all ya want
but is different than it was.
Charlie: No it ain't, no it ain't, but ya gotta know the territory.
Rail car: Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh
3rd Salesman: Why it's the Model T Ford made the trouble, made the prople wanna go, wanna get, wanna get up and go
seven eight , nine, ten, twelve, fourteen, twent-two, twenty-three milew to the county seat
1st Salesman: Yes sir, yes sir
3rd Salesman: Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two by four kinda store anymore?
4th Salesman: Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk.
5th Salesman: Where do you get it?
3rd Salesman: Gone, gone
Gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn, gone with the sugar barrel, pickel barrel, milk pan, gone with the tub and
the pail and the fierce
2nd Salesman: Ever meet a fellow by the name of Hill?
1st Salesman: Hill?
Charlie: Hill?
3rd Salesman: Hill?
4th Salesman: Hill?
1st Newspaper Hill?
2nd Newspaper: Hill?
5th Salesman: Hill?
2nd Salesman: Hill?
All but Charlie and 2nd Salesman: NO!
4th Salesman: Never heard of any salesman Hill
2nd Salesman: Now he dosen't know the territory
1st Salesman: Dosen't know the territory?!?
3rd Salesman: Whats the fellows line?
2nd Salesman: Never worries bout his line
1st Salesman: Never worries bout his line?!?
2nd Salesman: Or a doggone thing. He's just a bang beat, bell ringing, Big haul, great go, neck or nothin, rip roarin,
every time a bull's eye salesman. Thats Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill
3rd Salesman: What's the fellows line?
5th Salesman: Whats his line?
Charlie: He's a fake, and he dosen't know the territory!
4th Salesman: Look, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddaystalk?
2nd Saleman: He's a music man
1st Salesman: He's a what?
3rd Salesman: He's a what?
2nd Salesman: He's a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids in the town with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat
drums, big barass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo with uniforms, too with a shiny gold braid
on the coat and a big red stripe runnin . . .
1st Salesman: Well, I don't know much about bands but I do know you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps and here and there a Jew's harp ...
2nd Salesman: No, the fellow sells bands, Boys bands. I don't know how he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies
and he gathers and he plucks and shines and when the man dances, certinely boys, what else? The piper pays him! Yes sir ,yes
sir,yes sir, yes sir, when the man dances, certinely boys, what else?The piper pays him! Yessssir, Yessssir
Marian:
Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home.
Mrs. Paroo:
Oh--Who?
Marian:
I never saw him before.
Mrs. Paroo:
Did he say anythin'?
Marian:
He tried.
Mrs. Paroo:
Did you say anythin'?
Marian:
Of course not, Mama!
Now don't dawdle, Amaryllis.
So do la ti mi,
A little slower and please
Keep the fingers curved as nice
And as high as you possibly can.
Don't get faster,
Mrs. Paroo:
If you don't mind my sayin' so,
It wouldn't have hurt you
To find out what the gentleman wanted.
Marian:
I know what the gentleman wanted.
Mrs. Paroo:
What, dear?
Marian:
You'll find it in Balzac.
Mrs. Paroo:
Excuse me fer livin' but I never read it.
Marian:
Neither has anyone else in this town.
Mrs. Paroo:
There you go again with the same old comment
About the low mentality of River City people,
And takin' it all to much to heart.
Marian:
Now, Mama,
As long as the Madison Public Library was entrusted
To me for the purpose of improving River City's cultural level,
I can't help my concern that the Ladies of River City
Keep ignoring all my council and advice.
Mrs. Paroo:
But, darlin'--when a woman has a husband
And you've got none,
Why should she take advice from you?
Even if you can quote Balzac and Shakespeare
And all them other highfalutin' Greeks.
Marian:
Momma, if you don't mind my sayin' so,
You have a bad habit of changin' ev'ry subject--
Mrs. Paroo:
Well, I haven't changed the subject!
I was talking about that stranger--
Marian:
What stranger?
Mrs. Paroo:
With the suitcase who may be your very last chance.
Marian:
Mama!
Do you think that I'd allow a common masher--
Now, really Mama!
I have my standards where men are concerned,
And I have no intention--
Mrs. Paroo:
I know all about your standards
And if you don't mind my sayin' so
There's not a man alive
Who could hope to measure up to that blend'a
Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat and Noah Webster
You've got concocted for yourself outta your Irish imagination,
Marian:
Being in love used to be my fav'rite dream.
Oh, yes.
I've been in love more than anybody else has.
I guess.
My first love heroic'ly ran the streetcar.
I tingled at ev'ry clang clang.
Next I fell for the principal
But, oh that teacher who sang "In the Gloamin'."
Knee-deep in love--what a lovely dream!
And yet, somehow,
Me deep in love's only half of what I'm longing for now.
I still love my being in love with someone,
But tell me, why couldn't there be
Somebody being in love with me?
All I want is a plain man.
All I want is a modest man.
A quiet man, a gentle man
A straightforward and honest man
To sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa...
And I would like him to be more interested in me
Than he's in himself and more interested in us than in me...
And if occasionally he'd ponder
What makes Shakespeare and Beethoven great.
Him I could love 'til I die.
Him I could love 'til I die!
Being in love--what a lovely dream!
And yet, somehow,
Being in love's only half of what I'm longing for now.
And so then,
Tonight I'll be in there dreaming
And hoping that someday there'll be
Just once!
Townspeople:
Oh, there's nothing halfway
About the Iowa way to treat you,
When we treat you
Which we may not do at all.
There's an Iowa kind of special
Chip-on-the-shoulder attitude.
We've never been without.
That we recall.
We can be cold
As our falling thermometers in December
If you ask about our weather in July.
And we're so by God stubborn
We could stand touchin' noses
For a week at a time
And never see eye-to-eye.
But what the heck, you're welcome,
Join us at the picnic.
You can eat your fill
Of all the food you bring yourself.
You really ought to give Iowa a try.
Provided you are contrary,
We can be cold
As our falling thermometer in December
If you ask about our weather in July.
And we're so by God stubborn
We can stand touchin' noses
For a week at a time
And never see eye-to-eye.
But we'll give you our shirt
And a back to go with it
If your crops should happen to die.
Farmer:
So, what the heck, you're welcome,
Glad to have you with us.
Farmer and Wife:
Even though we may not ever mention it again.
Townspeople:
You really ought to give Iowa
Hawkeye Iowa
Dubuque, Des
Moines, Davenport, Marshalltown,
Mason City, Keokuk, Ames,
Clear Lake
Harold:
Gary, Indiana!
What a wonderful name,
Named for Elbert Gary of judiciary fame.
Gary, Indiana, as a Shakespeare would say,
Trips along softly on the tongue this way--
Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
Let me say it once again.
Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
That's the town that "knew me when."
If you'd like to have a logical explanation
How I happened on this elegant syncopation,
I will say without a moment of hesitation
There is just one place
That can light my face.
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,
Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome, but--
Gary, Indiana,
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,
Quartet:
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
To get the sun back in the sky.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy.
Ding dong ding
I can hear the chapel bell chime.
Ding dong ding
At the least suggestion I'll pop the question.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name.
Lida Rose, now everyone knows
That I am hoping you're the same
So here is my love song, not fancy or fine
Lida Rose, oh won't you be mine
Muuuuuuuusic!
The music man (Repeat 4x)
I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
And I appear from place to place as the Music Man, AKA Master Ace
Stacks of flyers are pressed up
All the part people are home getting dressed up
Just to hear the sound of the underground
Fusion, and the bass like thunder pounds
And so they pack the show just to see
He who claims to be the Music Man
The music man (Repeat 4x)
It's about time for the music man to rip
First I take a sip, then I like grip
The crowd tight into my hand with the loud
Intro, then throw lyrics from a cloud like Zeus
I'm the one to get the ladies loose
Baby, you just got seduced and juiced
By the Master Ace, I'm not a villian from a place
In the West, that was just the was I was dressed
And so, looking for lust I stand
I got girls, but I would never bring sand to the beach
Each and every person give a hand
And swing with the capital A, the Music Man
The music man (Repeat 3x)
I bet you thought the Music Man would take a short
I fought tooth and nail to prevail in this sport
So lend me your ears, my peers because here's
Who doesn't fear another because fear's
In the mind, so don't try to scare because you might find
A chair thrust upon your back with the wack
So there, I put you in your place with haste
Now flee, cause now you can't be Master Ace, the Music Man
The music man (Repeat 8x)
I'm here to reach the youth
The only way that I can to that is to teach the truth, so I do
Some used to diss and dismiss this
But then many of those small minds grew
To understand the mission of the Music Man
I know the time, and I clock dough so I'm grand
But I'm not a father, no I'm more like the sun
Shining down on every single one
So run, run and tell em all
Yell it from a wall, the Music Man will never fall
Or fail, raps tip the scale to get you hot and
I wear cotton, I don't bail
Or pick, I like to kick raps, hape, you have none
So quit, gather round, hear the sound of the man
Cause I can, yes you know I can, yes I can can
Satisfy with the fly display, this may dismay
But I am, the Music Man, yeah I'm the Music Man
The music man (Repeat 4x)
How could I love you?
You know the words to all my serenades.
How could I love you?
And see you pressed up on my barricades.
How could you love me,
you only see my face under those pretty lights.
How could you love me,
when I need you, to pay my ticket price, and I leave you, when they dim the lights?
Front row girl, you're cute as can be,
you've got to understand that there's no you and me.
Front row girl, don't get the wrong idea,
though the band is playin' loud, your voice is all I hear.
Girl in the front row, I gotta make you understand,
I just want to be your music man,
I just want to be your music man.
I just want to be your music man.
How could I trust you,
when I've seen you,
when you're screamin',
for those other bands,
and you've seen me,
with those other fans?
I don't want no love affair, 'cuz how could I love you?
You scream when I just touch your hair and how could I love you?
Front row girl, you're cute as can be,
you've got to understand that there's no you and me.
Front row girl, don't get the wrong idea,
though the band is playin' loud, your voice is all I hear.
Girl in the front row, I gotta make you understand,
I just want to be your music man,
I just want to be your music man.
I just want to be your music man.
Let's say we get together.
We can't work it out.
Extra friends and old guitars,
broken strings and broken hearts,
'cuz every night I'm in another town.
Front row girl, you're cute as can be,
you've got to understand that there's no you and me.
Front row girl, don't get the wrong idea,
though the band is playin' loud, your voice is all I hear.
Girl in the front row, I gotta make you understand,
[Intro:]
Music-
Music-
Music Man
Oh didn't they tell you, not to fall for a music man
[Shaun Boothe:]
Uh, Look...
I'm lovin her, I'm lovin her,
But I gotta juggle her,
Cause I'm doin other stuff-
She doesn't approve
She want me to choose,
Talkin to me rude
I'm not in the mood,
And ye know things are bad,
When every time the phone rings she mad,
It's like Pavla [?]
She say when I come home drunk,
I rub er' the wrong way
And do dumb shit like roll on the rubber the wrong way, (wrong way, wrong way)
Yeah,
N still every time I do a show
She never want me to go
I tell her ya beautiful
But I'm tryna see tha globe
She be like-
Don't gimme that shit it's only Peterbrough - Heh
And nuttin nah she actin foolish,
She don't wanna hear it,
She want me to prove it,
Sayin if you only cared about me like your music,
Look call me when you come up with some new shit.
[Chorus:]
Oh didn't they tell you, (uh huh) Not to fall for a music man, (Not to fall, Not to fall) Oh didn't they tell you, Not to fall for a music -
[Amanda Diva:]
Ahhh
(Dooo, do do d-d-doo d-doo)
Star crossed, from the start - I shoulda seen it comin'- (uh huh)
Had the game, in my heart - turnin' summersaults that summer and I -
Always knew, that I could neva ever shine as bright-
As his limelight
Cause once them hits start spinnin'
And the hype starts gettin real-
He forgets you cause you're nothin
To how the fan field makes him feel-
And though you try to let go,
He still haunts you fa sho,
Cause outta sight outta mind,
It don't exist-
When everybody's got his ringtone
Oh didn't they tell you, (They told me) Not to fall for a music man, (Not to fall, Not to fall)
Oh didn't they tell you, Not to fall for music man
[Shaun Boothe:]
Oh yea, (oh yea)
My turn, (my turn)
I got it, (I got it)
She want me to comfort her,
Under her comforter,
But I got gigs man-
Big plans can I do my thing -damn-
No she want phone time, she want alone time,
I can't read- she like "do that on your own time"
Everyday it's always me-me-me-me-me
Like a singer tryna find a key,
Threatin to leave, oh-
Oh I see what this is she want me to choose between my hits and my misses,
Well I don't play that,
I ain't havin that,
She say I'm self absorbed-
I say I'm passionate,
Yeah-
I'm handlin B.I so I hit it n' run like a beehive
Soon as I'm done she right back to playin P.I,
Thinkin I'm chasin these groupies,
Told her you go IT backwards like T.I,
They be chasin me, N they might grab up a nigga,
But you my main squeeze, why you gotta make a scene... (why you gotta make a scene)
Oh didn't they tell you, Not to fall for a music man, (uh huh) Oh didn't they tell you
Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on,
We gonna ride this one out with the keys one time (one time)
(Dooo, do do d-d-doo d-doo)
Yeah (yeah)
Whoo (whoo)
Shaun Boothe
Amanda Diva
