Ethel Merman (January 16, 1908 – February 15, 1984) was an American actress and singer. Known primarily for her powerful voice and roles in musical theatre, she has been called "the undisputed First Lady of the musical comedy stage." Among the many standards introduced by Merman in Broadway musicals are "I Got Rhythm", "Everything's Coming Up Roses", "Some People", "Rose's Turn", "I Get a Kick Out of You", "It's De-Lovely", "Friendship", "You're the Top", "Anything Goes", and "There's No Business Like Show Business", which later became her theme song.
Merman was born Ethel Agnes Zimmermann in her maternal grandmother's house located at 265 4th Street in Astoria, Queens, in New York City in 1908, though she would later emphatically declare that it was actually 1912. Her father, Edward Zimmermann (1879–1977), was an accountant with James H. Dunham & Company, a Manhattan wholesale dry-goods company, and her mother, Agnes (née Gardner; 1883–1974), was a school teacher. Zimmermann had been raised in the Dutch Reformed Church and his wife was Presbyterian, but shortly after they were wed they joined the Episcopalian congregation at Church of the Redeemer, where Merman was baptized. Her parents were strict about church attendance, and every Sunday she spent the day there, first at morning services, followed by Sunday school, an afternoon prayer meeting, and an evening study group for children.
Judy Garland (June 10, 1922 – June 22, 1969) was an American actress, singer and vaudevillian. Renowned for her contralto voice, she attained international stardom through a career that spanned 45 of her 47 years as an actress in musical and dramatic roles, as a recording artist and on the concert stage. Respected for her versatility, she received a Juvenile Academy Award and won a Golden Globe Award, as well as Grammy Awards and a Special Tony Award. She was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actress for her role in the remake of A Star is Born and for Best Supporting Actress for her performance in the 1961 film, Judgment at Nuremberg. At 39 years of age, she remains the youngest recipient of the Cecil B. DeMille Award for lifetime achievement in the motion picture industry.
After appearing in vaudeville with her two older sisters, Garland was signed to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer as a teenager. There she made more than two dozen films, including nine with Mickey Rooney and the 1939 film with which she would be most identified, The Wizard of Oz. After 15 years, she was released from the studio but gained renewed success through record-breaking concert appearances, including a return to acting beginning with critically acclaimed performances.
Beverly Sills (May 25, 1929 – July 2, 2007) was an American operatic soprano whose peak career was between the 1950s and 1970s. In her prime she was the only real rival to Joan Sutherland as the leading bel canto stylist.
Although she sang a repertoire from Handel and Mozart to Puccini, Massenet and Verdi, she was known for her performances in coloratura soprano roles in live opera and recordings. Sills was largely associated with the operas of Donizetti, of which she performed and recorded many roles. Her signature roles include the title role in Donizetti's Lucia di Lammermoor, the title role in Massenet's Manon, Marie in Donizetti's La fille du régiment, the three heroines in Offenbach's Les contes d'Hoffmann, Rosina in Rossini's The Barber of Seville, Violetta in Verdi's La traviata, and most notably Elisabetta in Roberto Devereux.
After retiring from singing in 1980, she became the general manager of the New York City Opera. In 1994, she became the Chairman of Lincoln Center and then, in 2002, of the Metropolitan Opera, stepping down in 2005. Sills lent her celebrity to further her charity work for the prevention and treatment of birth defects.
Plot
When a gay man learns his father died, he has four days to make it to the funeral, but since he's afraid to fly, his diverse gay friends volunteer to drive him from West Hollywood to Seattle in a fabulous new car, where they learn something new about their friendship while reclaiming their own gay pride.
Keywords: number-in-title
A Journey of Friendship
Annie Laurie Williams: Where is Barbara Parkins?
Jacqueline Susann: That's Patty Duke over there, and this is Sharon Tate.::Annie Laurie Williams: Um. And where is, what's her name - Barbara Parkins?::Sharon Tate: She's not in this scene.::Annie Laurie Williams: Well, she should be.
Plot
"Dakota," a young soldier on a pass in New York City, visits the famed Stage Door Canteen, where famous stars of the theatre and films appear and host a recreational center for servicemen during the war. Dakota meets a pretty young hostess, Eileen, and they enjoy the many entertainers and a growing romance.
Keywords: actor, actress, bandleader, burlesque, chinese, comedian, dancer, dummy, engagement, entertainment
A musical meteor of songs, comedy and romance!
You don't believe me
I can tell it by your eyes
There's a kind of magic to be had from your lies.
I used to say that today is like tomorrow
Don't sell it short for truth.
I should have known
I should have known
should have known how
I should have known
I should have known by now
but now
Everything is coming up roses
everything is coming up roses.
You don't understand it
I can tell it by your smile
There's a kind of freedom to be had from your lies.
I always said that today is like tomorrow
Don't sell it short for truth.
I should have known
I should have known
should have known how
Everything is coming up roses
everything is coming up
coming up
Everything is coming up roses.
Everything is coming up roses
everything is coming up roses
Everything is coming up roses
everything is coming up
coming up
I had a dream, a dream about you, baby.
It's gonna come true, baby.
They think that we're through, but baby,
You'll be swell! You'll be great!
Gonna have the whole world on the plate!
Starting here, starting now,
honey, everything's coming up roses!
Clear the decks! Clear the tracks!
You've got nothing to do but relax.
Blow a kiss. Take a bow.
Honey, everything's coming up roses!
Now's your inning. Stand the world on it's ear!
Set it spinning! That'll be just the beginning!
Curtain up! Light the lights!
You got nothing to hit but the heights!
You'll be swell. You'll be great.
I can tell. Just you wait.
That lucky star I talk about is due!
Honey, everything's coming up roses for me and for you!
You can do it, all you need is a hand.
We can do it, Mama is gonna see to it!
Curtain up! Light the lights!
We got nothing to hit but the heights!
I can tell, wait and see.
There's the bell! Follow me!
And nothing's gonna stop us 'til we're through!
Honey, everything's coming up roses and daffodils!
Everything's coming up sunshine and Santa Claus!
Everything's gonna be bright lights and lollipops!
ANNIE OAKLEY:
Got no diamond, got no pearl,
Still I think I'm a lucky girl.
I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
Got no mansion, got no yacht,
Still I'm happy with what I got.
I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night
Sunshine gives me a lovely day,
Moonlight gives me the Milky Way.
Got no checkbooks, got no banks,
Still, I'd like to express my thanks.
I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
And with the sun in the morning
And the moon in the evening
I'm alright.
Got no butler, got no maid.
Still I think I've been overpaid,
I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
Got no silver, got no gold,
What you've got can't be bought or sold.
I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
Sunshine gives me a lovely day,
Moonlight gives me the Milky Way.
Got no heirlooms for my kin,
Made no will but when I cash in
I'll leave the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
And with the sun in the morning
And the moon in the evening
I'm alright.
CHORUS:
Got no mansion, got no yacht,
Still I'm happy with what I got.
I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
Sunshine gives me a lovely day,
Moonlight gives me the Milky Way.
ANNIE OAKLEY:
Got no checkbooks, got no banks,
Still, I'd like to express my thanks
CHORUS:
We've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
ANNIE OAKLEY:
And with the sun in the morning
And the moon in the evening
ANNIE OAKLEY:
Don't ask me just how it happens,
I wish I knew.
I can't believe that it's happened,
And still it's true.
I got lost in his arms
And I had to stay;
It was dark in his arms
And I lost my way.
From the dark came a voice
And it seemed to say,
There you go,
There you go.
How I felt as I fell
I just can't recall.
But his arms held me fast
And it broke the fall.
And I said to my heart,
As it foolishly kept jumping
All around,
I got lost,
But look what I've found.
CHORUS:
There you go
There you go
ANNIE OAKLEY:
How I felt as I fell
I just can't recall.
But his arms held me fast
As it broke the fall.
And I said to my heart,
As it foolishly kept jumping
All around,
I got lost,
There's no business like show business
Like no business I know
Everything about it is appealing
Everything that traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra bow
There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold
You may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold
Let's go on with the show
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men becau-ause
The butcher, the baker, the grocer and the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye
For anything theatrical and why, why-y?
There's no business like show business
Like no business I know
You get word before the show has started
That your favourite uncle died inside of dawn
Top of that, your pa and ma have parted
You're broken-hearted, but you go on
There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Yesterday they told you you would not go far
That night you open and there you are
Next day on your dressing room
They've hung a star
My story is much too sad to be told
But practically ev'rything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face....
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
Some get a kick from cocaine**
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrific'ly too
Yet I get a kick out of you
I get a kick ev'ry time I see
You're standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously do not adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gal/guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Days can be sunny, with never a sigh
Don't need what money can buy
Birds in the trees sing their day full of song
Why shouldn't we sing along?
I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot
How do I get that way? Look at what I've got
I got rhythm, I got music
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?
I got daisies, in green pastures
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?
Old man trouble
I don't mind him
You won't find him 'round my door
I got starlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?
Old man trouble
I don't mind him
You won't find him, 'round my door
I got startlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?
I got rhythm, I got music
I got daisies, in green pastures
I got startlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Like the Seminole, Navajo, Kickapoo
Like those Indians
I'm an Indian too
A Sioux
A Sioux
Just like Battle Axe, Hatchet Face, Eagle Nose
Like those Indians
I'm an Indian too
A Sioux
A Sioux
Some Indian summer's day
Without a sound
I may hide away
With Big Chief Hole-in-the-Ground
And I'll have totem poles, tomahawks, pipes of peace
Which will go to prove
I'm an Indian too
A Sioux
A Sioux
With my chief in his teepee
We'll raise an Indian family
And I'll be busy night and day
Looking like a flour sack
With two papooses on my back
And three papooses on the way
Like the Chippewa, Iroquois, Omaha
Like those Indians
I'm an Indian too
A Sioux
A Sioux
Just like Rising Moon, Falling Pants, Running Nose
Like those Indians
I'm an Indian too
A Sioux
A Sioux
Some Indian summer's day
Without a care
I may run away
With Big Chief Son-of-a-Bear
And I'll wear moccasins, wampum beads, feather hats
Which will go to prove
I'm an Indian too
A Sioux
Behind the hill
There's a busy little still
Where your Pappy's workin' in the moonlight
Your lovin' paw
Isn't quite within the law
So he's hidin' there behind the hill
Bye bye baby
Stop your yawnin'
Don't cry baby
Day will be dawning
And when it does
From the mountain where he wuz
He'll be coming with jug of moonshine
So count your sheep
Mama's singing you to sleep
With the Moonshine Lullaby
Trio:
Loo Loo
Behind the hill
There's a busy little still
Where your Pappy's workin' in the moonlight
Your lovin' paw
Isn't quite within the law
So he's hidin' there behind the hill
Annie and Trio:
Bye bye baby
Stop your yawnin'
Don't cry baby
Day will be dawning
Trio:
And when it does
>From the mountain where he wuz
He'll be coming with jug of moonshine
Annie:
So count your sheep
Mama's singing you to sleep
With the Moonshine Lullaby
Kids:
Dream of Pappy
Very happy
With his jug of mountain rye
Annie:
So count your sheep
Mama's singing you to sleep
(Verse 1)
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
(chorus 1)
You're the top! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top[!
(verse 2)
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my lad:
(chorus 2)
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner.
You're the time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
(chorus 3)
You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy.
You're the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
(chorus 4)
You're the top! You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I'm just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
(chorus 5)
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop,
But if Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
(chorus 6)
You're the top! You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top! You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
(chorus 7)
You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel.
You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're da foist in da Irish svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
Rose: Wherever we go, whatever we do,
we're gonna go through it together.
We may not go far, but sure as a star,
wherever we are, it's together.
Wherever I go I know he goes.
Wherever I go I know she goes.
No fits, no fights, no feuds
and no egos, Amigos, together!
Through thick and through thin,
all out or all in.
And whether it's win, place or show.
With you for me and me for you,
we'll muddle through whatever we do.
Together, wherever we go.
Rose & Herbie: Wherever we go, whatever we do,
we're gonna go through it together.
Rose: Wherever we sleep, if prices are steep,
Herbie: We'll always sleep cheaper together.
Rose: Whatever the boat I row, you row.
Herbie: A duo
Rose: Whatever the row I hoe, you hoe.
Louise: A trio.
Rose: And any I. O. U., I owe you-oh's?
Herbie: Who, me-oh? No, you-oh.
Louise: No, we-oh.
All: Together!
We all take the bow
Rose: Including the cow,
All: though business is lousy and slow.
Rose: With Herbie's vim, Louise's verve,
Herbie &Louise;: Now all we need is someone with nerve.
Rose: Together
Herbie &Louise;: Together
Rose: Wherever
Herbie &Louise;: Wherever
Rose: Together, wherever,
All: Together, wherever we go.
Rose: We go in a group,
All: We tour in a troupe.
We land in the soup, but we know
the things we do, we do by threes.
A perfect team.
Rose: No, this way, Louise!
Together
Herbie &Louise;: Together
Rose: Wherever
Herbie &Louise;: Wherever
(BILLY)
The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
You can tell at a glance
What a swell night this is for romance,
You can hear dear Mother Nature
Murmuring low,
"Let yourself go!"
So please be sweet, my chickadee,
And when I kiss you, just say to me,
"It's delightful, it's delicious,
It's delectable, it's delirious,
It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe,
It's de-lovely".
(HOPE)
I feel a sudden urge to sing
The kind of ditty that invokes the spring.
(BILLY)
I'll control my desire to curse
While you crucify the verse.
(HOPE)
This verse I started seems to me
The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody,
(BILLY)
So spare us all the pain,
Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain...
(HOPE)
Mi, mi, mi, mi,
Re, re, re, re,
Do, sol, mi, do, la, si.
The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
You can tell at a glance
What a swell night this is for romance,
You can hear dear Mother Nature
Murmuring low,
"Let yourself go!"
(BILLY)
So please be sweet, my chickadee,
And when I kiss you, just say to me,
"It's delightful, it's delicious,
It's... It's de-lovely".
ANNIE OAKLEY:
Don't ask me just how it happens,
I wish I knew.
I can't believe that it's happened,
And still it's true.
I got lost in his arms
And I had to stay;
It was dark in his arms
And I lost my way.
From the dark came a voice
And it seemed to say,
There you go,
There you go.
How I felt as I fell
I just can't recall.
But his arms held me fast
And it broke the fall.
And I said to my heart,
As it foolishly kept jumping
All around,
I got lost,
But look what I've found.
CHORUS:
There you go
There you go
ANNIE OAKLEY:
How I felt as I fell
I just can't recall.
But his arms held me fast
As it broke the fall.
And I said to my heart,
As it foolishly kept jumping
All around,
I got lost,
But look what I've found.
Folks are dumb where I come from,
They ain't had any learning.
Still they're happy as can be
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
naturally).
Folks like us could never fuss
With schools and books and learning.
Still we've gone from A to Z,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
You don't have to know how to read or write
When you're out with a feller in the pale moonlight.
You don't have to look in a book to find out
What he thinks of the moon and what is on his mind.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My uncle out in Texas can't even write his name.
He signs his checks with "x's"
But they cash them just the same.
If you saw my pa and ma,
You'd know they had no learning,
Still they've raised a family
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
Cousin Jack has never read an almanac on drinking
Still he's always on the spree
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
naturally).
Sister Sal who's musical has never had a lesson,
Still she's learned to sing off-key
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
naturally).
You don't have to go a private school
Not to pick up a penny near a stubborn mule,
You don't have to have a professor's dome
Not to go for the honey when the bee's not home.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My tiny baby brother, who's never read a book,
Knows one sex from the other,
All he had to do was look,
Grandpa Bill is on the hill
With someone he just married.
There he is at ninety-three,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
naturally).
Annie:
Anything you can do, I can do better.
I can do anything better than you.
Frank: No you can't.
Annie: Yes, I can.
Frank: No, you can't.
Annie: Yes, I can.
Frank: No, you can't.
Annie: Yes, I can, Yes, I can!
Frank:
Anything you can be, I can be greater.
Sooner or later I'm greater than you.
Annie: No, you're not.
Frank: Yes, I am.
Annie: No, you're not.
Frank: Yes, I am.
Annie: No, you're not!.
Frank: Yes, I am, Yes, I am!
Frank: I can shoot a partridge, with a single
cartridge.
Annie: I can get a sparrow, with a bow and arrow.
Frank: I can live on bread and cheese.
Annie: And only on that?
Frank: Yes.
Annie: So can a rat!
Frank: Any note you can reach, I can go higher.
Annie: I can sing anything higher than you.
Frank: No, you can't. (High)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Higher)
Frank: No, you can't. (Higher)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Higher)
Frank: No, you can't. (Higher)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Higher)
Frank: No, you can't. (Higher)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Higher)
Frank: No, you can't. (Higher)
Annie: Yes, I CAN! (Highest)
Annie:
Anything you can buy, I can buy cheaper.
I can buy anything cheaper than you.
Frank: Fifty cents?
Annie: Forty cents!
Frank: Thirty cents?
Annie: Twenty cents!
Frank: No, you can't!
Annie: Yes, I can,
Frank: Yes, I can!
Frank: Anything you can say, I can say softer.
Annie: I can say anything softer than you.
Frank: No, you can't. (Softly)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Softer)
Frank: No, you can't. (Softer)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Softer)
Frank: No, you can't. (Softer)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Softer)
Frank: YES, I CAN! (Full volume)
Frank: I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.
Annie: I can drink it quicker and get even sicker!
Frank: I can open any safe.
Annie: Without bein' caught?
Frank: Yes.
Annie: That's what I thought.....you crook!
Frank: Any note you can hold, I can hold longer.
Annie: I can hold any note longer than you.
Frank: No, you can't.
Annie: Yes, I can
Frank: No, you can't.
Annie: Yes, I can
Frank: No, you can't.
Annie: Yes, I can....Yes, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I CA-A-A-A-N!
Frank: Yes, you ca-a-a-an!
Annie:
Anything you can wear, I can wear better.
In what you wear I'd look better than you.
Frank: In my coat?
Annie: In your vest!
Frank: In my shoes?
Annie: In your hat!
Frank: No, you can't!
Annie: Yes, I can....Yes, I CAN!
Frank: Anything you can say, I can say faster.
Annie: I can say anything faster than you.
Frank: No, you can't. (Fast)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Faster)
Frank: No, you can't. (Faster)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Faster)
Frank: No,you can't. (Faster)
Annie: YesIcan! (Fastest)
Frank: I can jump a hurdle.
Annie: I can wear a girdle.
Frank: I can knit a sweater.
Annie: I can fill it better!
Frank: I can do most anything!
Annie: Can you bake a pie?
Frank: No.
Annie: Neither can I.
Frank: Anything you can sing, I can sing sweeter.
Annie: I can sing anything sweeter than you.
Frank: No, you can't. (Sweetly)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Sweeter)
Frank: No, you can't. (Sweeter)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Sweeter)
Frank: No, you can't. (Sweeter)
Annie: Yes, I can. (Sweeter)
Frank: No, you can't, can't, can't (sweeter)
Annie: Yes, I can, can, can (Sugary)
Annie: Yes, I can!
Folks are dumb where I come from,
They ain't had any learning.
Still they're happy as can be
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
naturally).
Folks like us could never fuss
With schools and books and learning.
Still we've gone from A to Z,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
You don't have to know how to read or write
When you're out with a feller in the pale moonlight.
You don't have to look in a book to find out
What he thinks of the moon and what is on his mind.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My uncle out in Texas can't even write his name.
He signs his checks with "x's"
But they cash them just the same.
If you saw my pa and ma,
You'd know they had no learning,
Still they've raised a family
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
Cousin Jack has never read an almanac on drinking
Still he's always on the spree
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
naturally).
Sister Sal who's musical has never had a lesson,
Still she's learned to sing off-key
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
naturally).
You don't have to go a private school
Not to pick up a penny near a stubborn mule,
You don't have to have a professor's dome
Not to go for the honey when the bee's not home.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My tiny baby brother, who's never read a book,
Knows one sex from the other,
All he had to do was look,
Grandpa Bill is on the hill
With someone he just married.
There he is at ninety-three,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes
(BILLY)
The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
You can tell at a glance
What a swell night this is for romance,
You can hear dear Mother Nature
Murmuring low,
"Let yourself go!"
So please be sweet, my chickadee,
And when I kiss you, just say to me,
"It's delightful, it's delicious,
It's delectable, it's delirious,
It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe,
It's de-lovely".
(HOPE)
I feel a sudden urge to sing
The kind of ditty that invokes the spring.
(BILLY)
I'll control my desire to curse
While you crucify the verse.
(HOPE)
This verse I started seems to me
The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody,
(BILLY)
So spare us all the pain,
Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain...
(HOPE)
Mi, mi, mi, mi,
Re, re, re, re,
Do, sol, mi, do, la, si.
The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
You can tell at a glance
What a swell night this is for romance,
You can hear dear Mother Nature
Murmuring low,
"Let yourself go!"
(BILLY)
So please be sweet, my chickadee,
And when I kiss you, just say to me,
"It's delightful, it's delicious,