CHARLOTTE: No, you don't understand. A weekend in the country Is delightful If it's planned. Wear your hair down, and a flower, Don't use makeup, dress in white. She'll grow older by the hour And be hopelessly shattered by Saturday night. Spend a weekend in the country.
ANNE: We'll accept it!
CHARLOTTE: I'd a feeling you would.
ANNE & CHARLOTTE: A weekend in the country--
ANNE: Yes! It's only polite that we should.
CHARLOTTE: Good!
"...ah, gays and their wit. Hell must be a laugh a minute!"
-Evie Harris
TALL AND TENDER, LIKE AN APOLLO, HE GOES WALKING BY, AND I HAVE TO FOLLOW HIM, THE BOY FROM TACAREMBO LA TUMBE DEL FUEGO SANTA MALIPAS ZATATECAS LA JUNTA DEL SOL Y CRUZ. ("crooth"
WHEN WE MEET, I FEEL I'M ON FIRE AND I'M BREATHLESS EVERYTIME I ENQUIRE, "HOW ARE THINGS IN TACAREMBO LA TUMBE DEL FUEGO SANTA MALIPAS ZATATECAS LA JUNTA DEL SOL Y CRUZ." ("crooth"
WHY, WHEN I SPEAK, DOES HE VANISH? OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO. WHY IS HE ACTING SO CLANNISH? OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO. I WISH I UNDERSTOOD SPANISH. WHEN I TELL HIM I THINK HE'S THE END, HE GIGGLES A LOT WITH HIS FRIEND.
TALL AND SLENDER, MOVES LIKE A DANCER, BUT I NEVER SEEM TO GET ANY ANSWER FROM THE BOY FROM TACAREMBO LA TUMBE DEL FUEGO SANTA MALIPAS ZATATECAS LA JUNTA DEL SOL Y CRUZ. ("crooth" I GOT THE BLUETH.
WHY ARE HIS TROUSERS VERMILLION? HIS TROUSERS ARE VERMILLION. WHY DOES HE CLAIM HE'S CASTILIAN? HE THAYTH THAT HE'TH CATHTILIAN. WHY DO HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM LILLIAN? AND I HEAR AT THE END OF THE WEEK HE'S LEAVING TO START A BOUTIQUE.
THOUGH I SMILE, I'M ONLY PRETENDING 'CAUSE I KNOW TODAY'S THE LAST I'LL BE SPENDING WITH THE BOY FROM TACAREMBO LA TUMBE DEL FUEGO SANTA MALIPAS ZATATECAS LA JUNTA DEL SOL Y CRUZ. ("crooth"
TOMORROW HE SAILS. HE'S MOVING TO WALES, TO LIVE IN LLANFAIRPWLLGWYNGYLLGOGERYCHWYR NDROBULLLLANDYSILIOGOGOGOCH
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I've been married and married, And often I've sighed, I'm never a bridesmaid, I'm always the bride. I never divorced them- I hadn't the heart. Yet remember these sweet words "Till death do us part."
I married many men,
A ton of them, And yet I was untrue to none of them because I bumped off ev'ry one of them to keep my love alive
Sir Paul was a frail; he looked a wreck to me. At night he was a horse's neck to me So I performed an appendectomy To keep my love alive.
Sir Thomas had insomnia he couldn't sleep at night. I bought a little arsenic he's sleeping now all right.
Sir Philip played the harp; I cussed the thing. I crowned with his harp to bust the thing. And now he plays where harps are just the thing, To keep my love alive, To keep my love alive.
I thought Sir George had possibilities, but his flirtations made me ill at ease, and when I'm ill at ease I kill at ease To keep my love alive.
Sir Charles came from a sanatorium and yelled for drinks in my emporium I mixed one drink He's in memorium To keep my love alive.
Sir Francis was a singing bird A nightingale. That's why I tossed him off my balcony To see if he could fly Sir Athelstane indulged in fratricide; He killed his dad and that was patricide One night I stabbed him at my mattress side To keep my love alive, To keep my love alive.
I have never gotten tired of the lyrics of "class" from Chicago. Those "ladies" are so coarse and crass. Of course their woeful demeanor is vital for the humor as well. I hated that it was left out of the film.
In the theater, I have never laughed as hard or as often as during "Try Priest".
"No, you see the trouble with poet
Is 'ow do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest."
But some of my reaction was no doubt comic relief from what had gone before.
So for an entire comic lyric, it's hard to beat the version of the following that debuted in SIDE BY SIDE BY SONDHEIM:
WE’RE GONNA BE ALRIGHT
Honey Bunch, sad to say but I have a hunch Screen romances went out-to-lunch -- that's no reason to pout. Don't look bleak -- happy endings can spring a leak, 'Ever after can mean one week, We're just having a drought. Smile and sweat it out.
If we can just hang on, we'll have compatibility You musn't worry -- we're gonna be alright. One day the ache is gone. (There's nothing like senility.) So what's your hurry -- we're gonna be alright.
Meanwhile, relax. You take a lover, I'll take a lover When that's played-out, they get the axe. We can retire, sit by the fire. Fade out.
We'll build our house upon The rock of my virility We'd better scurry -- we're gonna be all night. Oh boy -- we're gonna be alright.
I was told just be faithful and never scold, Sounded easy so I was sold -- I've been miserable since. I was taught when the prince and the dragon fought That the dragon was always caught, Now I don't even wince When it eats the prince.
I know I perfect pair -- they're lives are at the pinnacle. But how do we know they're gonna be alright. The bride is slightly square, the groom is slightly cynical A little vino -- they're gonna be alright.
She aims to please. She has a baby Then though they maybe having fine times When there's a crise, she has another Now she's a mother Nine times.
It all went wrong -- but where? Details are slightly clinical. She's out in Reno. The kids adored the flight. Hi ho -- they're gonna be alright.
Honey Child, bury everything. Learn to smile Happy couples can stay in style just by practicing charm. All is well ('least as far as their friends can tell). Please ignore the peculiar smell -- there's no cause for alarm. (Mildew will do harm.)
She once was quite well read. He once was intellectual. No one's suspicious -- they're gonna be alright. She's nice and sweet and dead. He's tall and ineffectual. They look delicious -- they're gonna be alright.
Who's on the skids? She goes to night school (If it's the right school, he'll permit her.) They love their kids, they love their friends too Lately he tends to Hit her.
Sometimes she drinks in bed, Sometimes he's homosexual, But why be vicious? They keep it out of sight? Good show -- they're gonna be all right. And so -- they're gonna be alright. Hi ho -- we're gonna be alright."
Trust me, kids. Although it seems tame now, "sometimes he's homosexual" was hilarious, multi-layered stuff in the mid-1970s.