Baltimore
"Nehovorte mi, aby som nežila a iba sedela a potĺkala sa!"
You Are Woman, I Am Man
NICK:
You are woman, I am man
You are smaller, so I can be taller than
You are softer to the touch
It's a feeling I like feeling very much
You are someone I've admired
Still, our friendship
Leaves something to be desired
Does it take more explanation than this?
You are woman, I am man
Let's kiss
FANNY:
Isn't this the height of nonchalance
Furnishing a bed in restaurants?
Well, a bit of dinner never hurt
But guess who is gonna be dessert?
Do good girls do just what mama says
When mama's not around?
It's a feeling
Oy vey, what a feeling
NICK (spoken):
A bit of pâté?
FANNY (spoken):
I drink it all day.
(sung)
Should I do the things he'll tell me to?
In this pickle, what would Sadie do?
In my soul I feel an inner lack
Just suppose he wants his dinner back
BOTH:
Does it take more explanation than this?
FANNY:
Just some dried-out toast in a sliver
On the top a little chopped liver
How many girls become a sinner
While waiting for a roast beef dinner?
Though most girls slip in ordinary ways
I got style, I do it bordelaise
Well, at least he thinks I'm special
He ordered à la carte
It's a feeling I like feeling very…
I feel the feeling down to my toes
Now I feel that there's a fire here
Try that once a little higher, dear
What a beast to ruin such a pearl?
Would a convent take a Jewish girl?
Does it take more explanation than this?
Ooh, the thrills and chills going through me
If I stop him now, can he sue me?
NICK:
You are woman
FANNY:
You are man
BOTH:
Let's...
Don't Rain On My Parade
FANNY:
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud!
To rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you!
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade?!
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer!
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and bam!
Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out
I will beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a "comer,"!
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!