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Musical Theatre. Irving Berlin. Jerome Kern. Cole Porter. Rodgers and Hart. Rodgers and Hammerstein. Steven Sondheim. An American Art Form.

What other artistic endeavor has produced anything even remotely close to lyrics like these:

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, I'm awake
With no Bromo-Seltzer handy
I don't even shake

Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Lost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me

I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms

Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I've sinned a lot, I'm mean a lot
But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

When he talks, he is seeking
Words to get, off his chest
Horizontally speaking, he's at his very best

Vexed again, perplexed again
Thank God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Music: Richard Rodgers
Lyrics: Lorenz Hart
 

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If you're looking for great lyrics, don't forget George Gershwin, Kander & Ebb, and Noel Coward.
"Mr. Cellophane":

If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm and shook his leg
You'd notice him

If someone in the movie show
Yelled "Fire in the second row
This whole place is a powder keg!"
You'd notice him

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!

Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there...

I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there...

Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him

Suppose you was a woman, wed
And sleepin' in a double bed
Beside one man, for seven years
You'd notice him

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who...

Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there...
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there.

Music: John Kander
Lyrics: Fred Ebb
 

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or the disco era 1975-1980.
Thank you for posting in this thread, but I'm thinking a discussion of lyrics from rock and/or disco music here would be off-topic.

Thanks Again,

Chase
 

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I actually like a lot of the light lyrics.

Even though, I'm a musician, I've never thought that every song has to be heavy, and I have fun performing some of the lighter stuff (although I never liked being slotted into doing only the "novelty" stuff. I still have nightmares about being forced to sing "Don't worry, be happy." That's actually a story about some passive aggressive behavior on my part having an unfortunate (for me at least) intended result; almost like a sit-com episode. When will I learn not to be passive agressive - - -?)

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I actually like a lot of the light lyrics.
"The Love of My Life":

At sixteen years I was blue and sad.
then father said I should find a lad.
So I set out to become a wife,
An' found the real love of my life.

His name it was Chris, and the last was MacGill.
I met him one night pickin' flowers on the hill.
He had lots of charm an' a certain kind o' touch,
An a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me very much.
so there 'neath the moon where romance often springs,
I gave him my heart--an' a few other things.
I don't know how long that I stayed up on the hill,
But the moon had disappeared, and so had Christopher MacGill.

So I went home an' I thought I'd die,
Till Father said, make another try.
So out I went to become a wife,
An' found the real love of my lfe.

He came from the lowlands, the lowlands said he.
I saw him an' knew he was perfect for me.
Jus' one thing that puzzled me an' it always will,
Was he told me he had heard about me from his friend MacGill.
We quick fell in love an' went down by the creek.
The next day he said he'd be back in a week,
An' I thought he would, for now how was I to know
That of all the lowland laddies, there was never one as low!

I told my father the awful truth.
He said, "What difference? Ye've got your youth."
So out I went mad to be a wife,
An' found the real love of my life.

Oh, he was a poet, a rhymer was he.
He read me some verse he had written for me.
He said they would move me, these poems from his pen,
An' how right he was, because they moved me right into the glen.
We stayed till the dawn came an' lighted the sky,
Then I shook his hand an' I bid him good-bye.
I never went back, for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do.

My pa said, "Look out for men who think.
Ye'll be more certain with men who drink."
So out I went to become a wife,
An' found the real love of my life.

Oh, he was a soldier, a fine Highland son.
He told me about all the battle he'd won.
He wasted his time tellin' me about his might,
For one look at him decided me to not put up a fight.
We skirmished for hours that night in the glen,
an' I found the sword has more might than the pen,
But when I was drowsin' I snored to my dismay,
An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' marched away.

Now Pa said, "Daughter, there must be one,
Someone who's true, or too old to run."
So I'm still lookin' to be a wife,
An' find the real love of my life.

Music: Frederick Loewe
Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner
 

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I'm in the nursery department and this couple walks in. The older man looked like Field Marshall von Rundstedt with constipation and his boytoy like a young Arnold Swartzenegger with bleached highlights.

Older man barks "We are doing a production of OKLAHOMA! and need cactus and we're in a hurry."
boytoy smiles shyly.
I try to explain they don't have cact-I in OK and he gets prissy. My coworker, a sort of Wilford Brimley teddybear closet gay walks up and says I'm right.

I must miss the secret handsign or cologne that gay men I.D. each other with, because the Field marashall immediately asked him what he should buy.

We sold him 10, five gallon coastal redwoods we couldn't move, loaded the van and walked back toward the store. I started singing.

OH what a beautifull morning
Oh what a beautifull day.
I've got a wonderfull feeling
Everything's going my way.

My co worker stopped, looked at me and said " Chris, that's the gayest rendition of Oklahoma I've ever heard!
 

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I'm in the nursery department and this couple walks in. The older man looked like Field Marshall von Rundstedt with constipation and his boytoy like a young Arnold Swartzenegger with bleached highlights.

Older man barks "We are doing a production of OKLAHOMA! and need cactus and we're in a hurry."
boytoy smiles shyly.
I try to explain they don't have cact-I in OK and he gets prissy. My coworker, a sort of Wilford Brimley teddybear closet gay walks up and says I'm right.

I must miss the secret handsign or cologne that gay men I.D. each other with, because the Field marashall immediately asked him what he should buy.

We sold him 10, five gallon coastal redwoods we couldn't move, loaded the van and walked back toward the store. I started singing.

OH what a beautifull morning
Oh what a beautifull day.
I've got a wonderfull feeling
Everything's going my way.

My co worker stopped, looked at me and said " Chris, that's the gayest rendition of Oklahoma I've ever heard!
Did you continue to sing despite him telling you to stop?
 

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OH what a beautifull morning
Oh what a beautifull day.
I've got a wonderfull feeling
Everything's going my way.

My co worker stopped, looked at me and said " Chris, that's the gayest rendition of Oklahoma I've ever heard!
I was once walking through Kroger and I heard a guy whistling the song that had just played on the music system - it was an instrumental version, so I don't know if he realized he was whistling "I Enjoy Being A Girl."
 

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I was once walking through Kroger and I heard a guy whistling the song that had just played on the music system - it was an instrumental version, so I don't know if he realized he was whistling "I Enjoy Being A Girl."
"I Enjoy Being a Girl":

I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind of swivelly and swervy.

I adore being dressed in something frilly
When my date comes to get me at my place.
Out I go with my Joe or John or Billy,
Like a filly who is ready for the race!

When I have a brand new hairdo
With my eyelashes all in curl,
I float as the clouds on air do,
I enjoy being a girl!

When men say I'm cute and funny
And my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,
I just lap it up like honey
I enjoy being a girl!

I flip when a fellow sends me flowers,
I drool over dresses made of lace,
I talk on the telephone for hours
With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!

I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.

When men say I'm sweet as candy
As around in a dance we whirl,
It goes to my head like brandy,
I enjoy being a girl!

When someone with eyes that smoulder
Says he loves ev'ry silken curl
That falls on my iv'ry shoulder,
I enjoy being a girl!

When I hear the compliment'ry whistle
That greets my bikini by the sea,
I turn and I glower and I bristle,
But I happy to know the whistle's meant for me!

I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me!

Music: Richard Rodgers
Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein II
 

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I remember there was a revival of Flower Drum Song across the street from the Neil Simon Theater, where Hairspray is running. I seem to recall they did something weird like cast Dustin Hoffman as the Asian nightclub owner or something. It was supposed to be awful.
 

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I remember there was a revival of Flower Drum Song across the street from the Neil Simon Theater, where Hairspray is running. I seem to recall they did something weird like cast Dustin Hoffman as the Asian nightclub owner or something. It was supposed to be awful.
Close, but no Montecristo, Mike. :icon_smile_wink:

What they did was take Rodger and Hammerstein's sweet, gentle story about Asian-Americans making their way in San Francisco into this torrid action schtik about the Chinese fleeing from Communist China to America in the 1950s. They re-arranged the songs and dropped a couple of characters.

I'm still trying to figure out how the R&H Estate approved that mess. Well, it only ran for a few months and closed with a huge loss. Sometimes there's God so quickly. :icon_smile:

--Chase
 

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Howard, my singing has been know to set off coyote choruses in the darkness. Yes, I shut up.

Miket, what is it about Atlanta Georgia? The posters from that city seem to expound a studied mediocrity of hostility that belies that gracefull city?
 
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