Dragon whiskers, dragon toes
A dragon tooth and a dragon nose
Every little piece, every little piece
We could make a million
By slicing him, dicing him
Hoagy, we could sell
Every little shell
There's enough of him to go around
Money, money, money by the pound
Every little piece, every little piece
I can take a scissor
And clip him up, rip him up
Every little part
Is a work of art
Think of what a dragon heart would bring
Wrapped up in a ribbon and a string
Dragon liver can cure a cold
Dragon powder grows hair
With dragon blood you'll never grow old
Every item is covered with gold
Every item is covered with gold!
Every little piece, every little piece
Dragon you're my wagon
To destiny, you're the key
Every little shred
Moving me ahead
Every dream of mine will be fulfilled
What a dragon business we can build
Dragon cartilage keeps you thin
Dragon fat is for burns
A dragon tear will clear up your skin
Watch the profits come rolling in
Watch the profits come rolling in!
Every little piece, every little crease
All lead me to the dragon
I'll buy him up, tie him up
Drag him from the cave
Show him that I'm brave
I'll bind him up, grind him up
Lop him up, chop him up
Can't you hear that jingle, jangle sound?
It's money, money, money by the pound!
-Pete's Dragon
Commonplace-book. Formerly Book of common places. orig. A book in which ‘commonplaces’ or passages important for reference were collected, usually under general heads; hence, a book in which one records passages or matters to be especially remembered or referred to, with or without arrangement. First usage recorded: 1578. - OED
Showing posts with label musicals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musicals. Show all posts
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Politics and Romance
Mr. Warbucks, do you know something? For a Republican, you are sinfully handsome. Why I just go weak in the knees over men like you...
-Miss Hannigan, in Annie
-Miss Hannigan, in Annie
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I'm an Ordinary Man
I find the moment I let a woman make friends with me, she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damn nuisance. I find the moment that I make friends with a woman I become selfish and tyrannical. So here I am, a confirmed old bachelor and likely to remain so. After all, Pickering,...
I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance,
To live exactly as he likes, and do precisely what he wants.
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
Doing whatever he thinks is best for him.
Just an ordinary man...
But, let a woman in your life, and your serenity is through!
She'll redecorate your home, from the cellar to the dome,
Then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you!
Oh, let a woman in your life, and you're up against a wall,
Make a plan and you will find, she has something else in mind,
And so rather than do either you do something else that neither likes at all.
You want to talk of Keats and Milton, she only wants to talk of love,
You go to see a play or ballet, and spend it searching for her glove!
Let a woman in your life, and you invite eternal strife!
Let them buy their wedding bands for those anxious little hands--
I'd be equally as willing for a dentist to be drilling
Than to ever let a woman in my life!
I'm a very gentle man,
Even-tempered and good-natured, whom you never hear complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness by the quart in every vein.
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips,
The sort who never could, ever would,
Let an insulting remark escape his lips.
Just a very gentle man...
But, let a woman in your life, and patience hasn't got a chance!
She will beg you for advice, your reply will be concise,
And she'll listen very nicely, then go out and do precisely what she wants!
You are a man of grace and polish, who never spoke above a hush,
Now all at once you're using language that would make a sailor blush!
Oh, let a woman in your life, and you're plunging in a knife!
Let the others of my sex, tie the knot around their necks,
I prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition
Than to ever let a woman in my life!
I'm a quiet living man,
Who prefers to spend the evening in the silence of his room,
Who likes an atmosphere as restful as an undiscovered tomb,
A pensive man am I, of philosophic joys,
Who likes to meditate, contemplate,
Free from humanity's mad inhuman noise,
Just a quiet living man....
But, let a woman in your life, and your sabbatical is through!
In a line that never ends comes an army of her friends,
Come to jabber and to chatter and to tell her what the matter is with you!
She'll have a booming boisterous family, who will descend on you en masse,
She'll have a large wagnarian mother, with a voice that shatters glass!
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life!
I shall never let a woman in my life!
-My Fair Lady
I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance,
To live exactly as he likes, and do precisely what he wants.
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
Doing whatever he thinks is best for him.
Just an ordinary man...
But, let a woman in your life, and your serenity is through!
She'll redecorate your home, from the cellar to the dome,
Then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you!
Oh, let a woman in your life, and you're up against a wall,
Make a plan and you will find, she has something else in mind,
And so rather than do either you do something else that neither likes at all.
You want to talk of Keats and Milton, she only wants to talk of love,
You go to see a play or ballet, and spend it searching for her glove!
Let a woman in your life, and you invite eternal strife!
Let them buy their wedding bands for those anxious little hands--
I'd be equally as willing for a dentist to be drilling
Than to ever let a woman in my life!
I'm a very gentle man,
Even-tempered and good-natured, whom you never hear complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness by the quart in every vein.
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips,
The sort who never could, ever would,
Let an insulting remark escape his lips.
Just a very gentle man...
But, let a woman in your life, and patience hasn't got a chance!
She will beg you for advice, your reply will be concise,
And she'll listen very nicely, then go out and do precisely what she wants!
You are a man of grace and polish, who never spoke above a hush,
Now all at once you're using language that would make a sailor blush!
Oh, let a woman in your life, and you're plunging in a knife!
Let the others of my sex, tie the knot around their necks,
I prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition
Than to ever let a woman in my life!
I'm a quiet living man,
Who prefers to spend the evening in the silence of his room,
Who likes an atmosphere as restful as an undiscovered tomb,
A pensive man am I, of philosophic joys,
Who likes to meditate, contemplate,
Free from humanity's mad inhuman noise,
Just a quiet living man....
But, let a woman in your life, and your sabbatical is through!
In a line that never ends comes an army of her friends,
Come to jabber and to chatter and to tell her what the matter is with you!
She'll have a booming boisterous family, who will descend on you en masse,
She'll have a large wagnarian mother, with a voice that shatters glass!
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life!
I shall never let a woman in my life!
-My Fair Lady
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Who Will Buy?
Who will buy
This wonderful morning?
Such a sky
You never did see!
Who will tie
It up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?
So I could see it at my leisure
Whenever things go wrong
And I would keep it as a treasure
To last my whole life long.
Who will buy
This wonderful feeling?
I'm so high
I swear I could fly.
Me, oh my!
I don't want to lose it
So what am I to do
To keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy...
-Oliver
This wonderful morning?
Such a sky
You never did see!
Who will tie
It up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?
So I could see it at my leisure
Whenever things go wrong
And I would keep it as a treasure
To last my whole life long.
Who will buy
This wonderful feeling?
I'm so high
I swear I could fly.
Me, oh my!
I don't want to lose it
So what am I to do
To keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy...
-Oliver
Monday, March 24, 2008
Moses
Moses supposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously;
Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
Moses supposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously;
A mose is a mose!
A rose is a rose!
A toes is a toes!
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is
A rose is for Moses as potent as toeses
Couldn't be a lily or a daffy daffy dilly
Gotta be a rose cause it rhymes with Mose
-Singin' in the Rain
But Moses supposes erroneously;
Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
Moses supposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously;
A mose is a mose!
A rose is a rose!
A toes is a toes!
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is
A rose is for Moses as potent as toeses
Couldn't be a lily or a daffy daffy dilly
Gotta be a rose cause it rhymes with Mose
-Singin' in the Rain
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Impossible Dream
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go;
To right the unrightable wrong.
To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!
This is my Quest,
To follow that star,
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far,
To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I'll only be true
To this glorious Quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this,
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable stars!
-Joe Darian (from the musical Man of La Mancha)
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go;
To right the unrightable wrong.
To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!
This is my Quest,
To follow that star,
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far,
To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I'll only be true
To this glorious Quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this,
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable stars!
-Joe Darian (from the musical Man of La Mancha)
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