London
"Nehovor o hviezdach, horiacich nad nami, ak ma miluješ, ukáž mi!"
You Did It
Tonight, old man, you did it, you did it, you did it
You said that you would do it, and indeed you did
I thought that you would rue it, I doubted you'd do it
But now I must admit it, that succeed you did
You should get a medal or be even made a knight
HIGGINS:
Oh, it was nothing...really nothing
PICKERING:
All alone you hurdled every obstacle in sight
HIGGINS:
Now, wait, now, wait
Give credit where it's due
A lot of the glory goes to you
PICKERING:
But you're the one who did it, who did it, who did it
As sturdy as Gibraltar, not a second did you falter
There's no doubt about it
You did it
I must have aged a year tonight
At times I thought I'd die of fright
Never was there a momentary lull
HIGGINS:
Shortly after we came in
I saw at once we'd easily win
And after that I found it deadly
PICKERING:
You should have heard the ooh's and ah's
Everyone wondering who she was
HIGGINS:
You'd think they'd never seen a lady before
PICKERING:
And when the Prince of Transylvania asked to meet her
And gave his arm to lead her to the floor
I said to him, you did it, you did it, you did it
They thought she was ecstatic
And so damned aristocratic
And they never knew, that you did it
[HIGGINS, spoken]
Thank goodness for Zoltan Karparthy
If it hadn't been for him I'd have died of boredom
MRS. PEARCE (spoken):
Karparthy? That dreadful Hungarian?
Was he there?
HIGGINS (spoken):
Yes, he was there, all right
And up to his old tricks
(sung)
That blaggard who uses the science of speech
More to blackmail and swindle than teach
He made it the devilish business of his
To find out who this Miss Doolittle is
Every time we looked around
There he was, that hairy hound from Budapest
Never leaving us alone
Never have I ever known a ruder pest
Finally I decided it was foolish
Not to let him have his chance with her
So I stepped aside and let him dance with her
Oozing charm from every pore
He oiled his way around the floor
Every trick that he could play
He used to strip her mask away
And when at last the dance was done
He glowed as if he knew he'd won
And with a voice too eager
And a smile too broad
He announced to the hostess
That she was a fraud
MRS. PEARCE (spoken):
No
HIGGINS:
Jawohl
Her English is too good, he said
That clearly indicates that she is foreign
Whereas others are instructed in their native language
English people aren't
And although she may have studied with an expert
Dialectician and grammarian
I can tell that she was born Hungarian
Not only Hungarian, but of royal blood
She is a princess
Her blood, he said, is bluer than the Danube is or ever was
Royalty is absolutely written on her face
She thought that l was taken in, but actually I never was
How could she deceive another member of her race?
I know each language on the map, said he
And she's Hungarian, as the first Hungarian Rhapsody
SERVANTS:
Bravo, bravo, bravo
Congratulations, Professor Higgins
For your glorious victory
Congratulations, Professor Higgins
You'll be mentioned in history
OTHER SERVANTS:
Congratulations, Professor Higgins
For your glorious victory
Congratulations
Professor Higgins
Sing hail and hallelujah
Ev'ry bit of credit
For it all belongs to you
FOOTMAN:
This evening, sir, you did it, you did it, you did it
You said that you would do it and indeed you did
This evening, sir, you did it, you did it, you did it
We know that we have said it
But-you did it and the credit
For it all belongs to you
Just You Wait (Reprise)
ELIZA:
Just you wait, Henry Higgins
Just you wait
You'll be sorry but your tears'll be too late
You will be the one it's done to
And you'll have no one to run to
Just you wait
On the Street Where You Live (Reprise)
FREDDY:
I have often walked
Down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I
Several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live
Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live
And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear
People stop and stare, they don't
Show Me!
FREDDY:
Speak and the world is full of singing,
And I'm winging
Higher than the birds.
Touch and my heart begins to crumble,
The heaven's tumble, darling, and I'm...
ELIZA:
Words, words, words!
I'm so sick of words
I get words all day through
First from him, now from you
Is that all you blighters can do?
Don't talk of stars, burning above
If you're in love, show me!
Tell me no dreams, filled with desire
If you're on fire, show me!
Here we are together in the middle of the night
Don't talk of spring, just hold me tight
Anyone who's ever been in love will tell you that
This is no time for a chat
Haven't your lips longed for my touch?
Don't say how much, show me, show me
Don't talk of love lasting through time
Make me no undying vow
Show me now!
Sing me no song, read me no rhyme
Don't waste my time, show me!
Don't talk of June, don't talk of fall
Don't talk at all!
Show me!
Never do I ever want to hear another word
There isn't one, I haven't heard
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream
Say one more word and I'll scream
Haven't your arms, hungered for mine?
Please don't "expline", show me, show me!
Don't wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow, show me now!
The Flower Market/Wouldn't It Be Loverly? (Reprise)
With one enormous chair
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
ENSEMBLE:
Lots of choc'lates for me to eat
Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
WOMAN (spoken):
Buy a flower miss?
ELIZA (spoken):
Yes miss
ENSEMBLE:
Aow, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still
I would never budge 'till spring
Crept over me windowsill
Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee
Warm an' tender as 'e can be. 'ho takes good care of me
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
Get Me to the Church on Time
JAMIE & HARRY:
There's just a few more hours
That's all the time you've got
A few more hours before they tie the knot
ALFRED (spoken):
There are drinks and girls all over London, and I've gotta track 'em down in just a few more hours. Ha ha, set 'em up me darlin'
(Sung)
I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong, the bells are gonna chime
Pull out the stopper
Let's have a whopper
But get me to the church on time
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime
Girls, come and kiss me
Show how you'll miss me
But get me to the church on time
If I am dancin' roll up the floor
If I am whistlin' -- me out the door
For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding, dong, the bells are gonna chime
Kick up a rumpus
But don't lose the compass
And get me to the church
JAMIE & HARRY:
Get him to the church
ALFRED:
For God's sake, get me to the church on time
ALL:
I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong, the bells are gonna chime
Some bloke who's able
Lift up the table
But get me to the church on time
If I am flying then shoot me down
If I am wooin' get her out of town
For I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong, the bells are gonna chime
ALFRED:
Feather and tar me
Call out the Army
But get me to the church
Get me to the church
Oh for Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time
ALL:
He's getting married in the morning
Ding dong, the bells are gonna chime
ALFRED:
Come on, pull out the stopper
Let's have a whopper
But get me to the church on time
ALL:
He's got to be there in the morning
Spruced up and looking in his prime
ALFRED:
Girls come and kiss me
Show how you'll miss me
But get me to the church on time
If I am dancing roll up the floor
If I am whistlin' -- me out the door
ALL:
Oh he's getting married in the morning
Ding, dong the bells are gonna chime
(Ding, dong the bells are gonna chime)
ALFRED:
Drug me or jail me
Stamp me or mail
But get me to the church
ALL:
Get him to the church
ALFRED:
For God's sake get me to the church on time
ALL:
Girls come and kiss him
Show how you'll miss him
And get me to the church on time
Kick up a rumpus
But don't lose the compass
And get him to the church
If I am flying then shoot me down
If I am wooin' get her out of town
He's getting married in the morning
Ding, dong the bells are gonna chime
MAN 1:
Some man who's able
MAN 2:
Lift up the table
ALFRED:
Get me to the church on time
ALL:
But get him to the church
Get him to the church
[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK]
ALL:
Starlight is reelin' home to bed now (Ooo)
Mornin' is smearin' up the sky (Ooo)
London is waking
Daylight is breaking
JAMIE & HARRY:
Good luck, old chum
Good health, goodbye
ALFRED:
I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong, the bells are gonna chime
ALL:
Hail and salute me
Then haul off and boot me
And get me to the church
Get me to the church
For God's sake, get me to the church on time
A Hymn to Him
HIGGINS:
What in all of heaven could've prompted her to go
After such a triumph as the ball?
What could've depressed her?
What could've possessed her?
I cannot understand the wretch at all
Women are irrational, that's all there is to that
Their heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating
Vacillating, calculating, agitating
Maddening and infuriating hags
(Spoken)
Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a man?
PICKERING (spoken):
Hmm?
HIGGINS (spoken):
Yes
(Sung)
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square
Eternally noble, historically fair
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat
Well, why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please
Whenever you are with them, you're always at ease
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?
PICKERING (spoken):
Of course not!
HIGGINS:
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?
PICKERING (spoken):
Nonsense
HIGGINS:
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?
PICKERING (spoken):
Never
HIGGINS:
Well, why can't a woman be like you?
One man in a million may shout a bit
Now and then there's one with slight defects
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit
But by and large we are a marvelous sex
Why can't a woman take after like a man?
Cause men are so friendly, good natured and kind
A better companion you never will find
If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?
PICKERING (spoken):
Of course not
HIGGINS:
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?
PICKERING (spoken):
Nonsense
HIGGINS:
Would you complain if I took out another fellow?
PICKERING (spoken):
Never
HIGGINS (spoken):
Well, why can't a woman be like us?
Mrs. Pearce, you're a woman
(Sung)
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps
Ready to help you through any mishaps
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum
Why can't a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?
Without You
ELIZA:
What a fool I was, what a dominated fool
To think that you were the earth and the sky
What a fool I was
What an addlepated fool
What a muddle-headed dolt was I
No, my reverberated friend
You are not the beginning and the end
There'll be spring every year without you
England still will be here without you
There'll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea
There'll be crumpets and tea without you
Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will survive without you
And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain
Even that will remain without you
I can do without you
You, dear friend, who taught so well
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire
They can still rule with land without you
Windsor Castle will stand without you
And without much ado we can all muddle through without you
Without your pulling it the tide comes in
Without your twirling it the Earth can spin
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I
I shall not feel alone without you
I can stand on my own without you
So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well without you
I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face
HIGGINS:
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day beginI've grown accustomed to the tuneThat she whistles night and noonHer smiles, her frownsHer ups, her downsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out and breathing inI was serenely independent and content before we metSurely I could always be that way againAnd yetI've grown accustomed to her lookAccustomed to her voiceAccustomed to her face"Marry Freddy."What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to doBut she'll regret it, she'll regret it!It's doomed before they even take the vowI can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-HillIn a wretched little flat above a storeI can see her now, not a penny in the tillAnd a bill collector beating at the doorShe'll try to teach the things I taught herAnd end up selling flowers insteadBegging for her bread and waterWhile her husband has his breakfast in bedIn a year, or so, when she's prematurely greyAnd the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalkShe'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run awayWith a social-climbing heiress from New YorkPoor Eliza. How simply frightful!How humiliating! How delightful!How poignant it'll be on that inevitable nightWhen she hammers on my door in tears and ragsMiserable and lonely, repentant and contriteWill I take her in or hurl her to the walls?Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves?Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?But I'm a most forgiving manThe sort who never could, ever wouldTake a position and staunchly never budgeA most forgiving manBut, I shall never take her backIf she were even crawling on her kneesLet her promise to atoneLet her shiver, let her moanI'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!"Marry Freddy"-h a!But I'm so used to hear her say"Good morning" ev'ry dayHer joys, her woesHer highs, her lowsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out and breathing inI'm very grateful she's a womanAnd so easy to forgetRather like a habit one can always breakAnd yet, I've grown accustomed to the traceOf something in the airAccustomed to her face