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The is a song whose prime characteristic is two. You might plan these stoppers in places which lyric which features a list centered on a topic. cause a feeling of structure, breaking the list into Secondary characteristics vary, but might include: common ideas, or creating some refrain-sized rapid tempo or pace, clever rhymes, minimal musical ideas. grammar and a sense of absurdity. But not all list are rapid, and some are serious. Often the Progressions . For the most part, list songs don’t raison d’etre of a list song is to feature a performer or utilize progressions. Part of the joy of a list song is to show off a clever lyricist. its cumulative effect, rather than any given one of its parts. However, if there is a way to organize the list Tips on constructing a List Song : in such a way that it carries emotional growth, all the better, and so you might look to one of the traditional Minimal grammar . The focus and joy of a list song progressions for some underlying organizational is a list itself, so more often than not there’s a brief structure. If you find, however, that what you have is set up, but once the list itself begins, there isn’t a lot truly a list and nothing but a list (say, of Russian of additional grammar. List songs are often composers’ names), you might look to some musical constructed around phrases strung together with progression: such as: 1) fast-faster-fastest; or commas, rather than full sentences, or perhaps it’s 2) fast/fast/slow/fast, etc. one long sentence with a single subject at either the head or the tail. Rhymes : List songs, especially ones which are intended to be funny, tend to have an artificiality to Perfect prosody : Syllables which don’t align well them, and can usually withstand some overly-clever with the music will often ruin a list song. Since the rhyme, or some impossibly-intricate internal rhyme, lyric is the focus of a list song, it demands perfect or even some forced rhyme, if appropriate. prosody. Extra syllables which are shoe-horned into the music are exceedingly distracting in a list song, Paraphrase v. List . We urge you not to confuse a perhaps more than any other lyric. list song with a string of paraphrases based on a topic sentence. A song which is constructed around Parallel construction : Construct the set-up before paraphrases runs the risk of being static, and will the list proper in such a way that what follows is a outstay its welcome at the third or fourth iteration of series of grammatically parallel phrases: all verbs, or the same idea. Look to genuine lists, or failing that, a all nouns, or all gerunds, or all complete sentences. sequences of images, or events which are tied Once the list gets started, most of the time you won’t together in some fashion (e.g., memory of a want to start a new sentence, or change the subject or relationship). If you discover your lyric is merely verb. Wherever possible, attempt to get the actual restating a central sentence, you might look to a grammar of the idea set up before the list begins, so format different from a list song, and inject some that the list itself can proceed without connecting variety or movement or progression. words which don’t belong to the list itself. factor . Sometimes a list song exists Connecting words : If it’s not possible or desirable merely to elicit the response of incredulity that such a to get the grammar set-up before the list begins, song exists. The fact that an unsingable set of words attempt to find neutral connecting words which when has been set to music justifies its existence. File repeated do not gain in meaning themselves, but under “I can’t believe they did that!” merely drive to the list portion of the phrase. (Something familiar, Something peculiar, Something for everyone....)

Stoppers : Usually list songs are like runaway trains: once they begin, they don’t stop until the ride is over. On occasion, a lyric might want a breathing point or

Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General cuneiform, (W.S. Gilbert) And tell you every detail of Caractacus’s uniform: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I am the very model of a modern Major-General. I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral, In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights He is the very model of a modern Major-General. historical From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical; In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon” I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters and “ravelin”, mathematical, When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin, I understand equations, both the simple and When such affairs as sorties and surprises I’m more quadratical, wary at, About binomial theorem I’m teeming with a lot o’ And when I know precisely what is meant by news – “commissariat”, With many cheerful facts about the square of the When I have learnt what progress has been made in hypotenuse. modern gunnery, With many cheerful facts about the square of the When I know more of tactics than a novice in a hypotenuse, nunnery; With many cheerful facts about the square of the In short, when I’ve a smattering of elemental hypotenuse, strategy, With many cheerful facts about the square of the You’ll say a better Major-General has never sat a hypoten- potenuse. gee. I’m very good at integral and differential calculus; You’ll say a better Major-General has never sat a I know the scientific names of beings animalculous: gee, In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, You’ll say a better Major-General has never sat a I am the very model of a modern Major-General. gee, In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, You’ll say a better Major-General has never sat a, sat He is the very model of a modern Major-General. a gee.

I know our mythic history, King Arthur’s and Sir For my military knowledge, though I’m plucky and Caradoc’s; adventury, I answer hard acrostics, I’ve a pretty taste for Has only been brought down to the beginning of the paradox, century; I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus, But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous; I am the very model of a modern Major-General. I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, Zoffanies, He is the very model of a modern Major-General. I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes! Then I can hum a fugue of which I’ve heard the music’s din afore, And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore. And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore, And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore, And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pina- Pinafore, "Tchaikowsky and Other Russians" The Elements (, ) () VERSE: There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, Without the least excuse And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium Or the slightest provocation, And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium, May I fondly introduce, And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium, For your mental delectation, Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium The names that always give me a concussion, And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium The names of those composers known as Russian. And gold, protactinium and indium and gallium And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium. REFRAIN There’s yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium There's Malichevsky, Rubinstein, Arensky, and And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium, Tchaikowsky, And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium and Sapelnikov, Dimitriev, Tscherepnin, Kryjanowsky, barium. Godowsky, Arteibouchev, Moniuszko, Akimenko, There’s holmium and helium and hafnium and Soloviev, Prokofiev, Tiomkin, Korestchenko. erbium And phosphorous and francium and fluorine and There's Glinka, Winkler, Bortniansky, Rebikov, terbium Ilyinsky, And manganese and mercury, molybdinum, There's Medtner, Balakirev, Zolotarev, and magnesium, Kvoschinsky. Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium And Sokolov and Kopylov, Dukelsky, and And lead, praseodymium, platinum, plutonium, Klenowsky, Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium, And Shostakovitsch, Borodine, Glière, and Tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium, Nowakofski. And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium. There's Liadov and Karganov, Markievitch, There’s sulfur, californium and fermium, berkelium Pantschenko And also mendelevium, einsteinium and nobelium And Dargomyzski, Stcherbatchev, Scriabine, And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc and Vassilenko, rhodium Stravinsky, Rimsky-Korsakov, Mussorgsky, and And chlorine, cobalt, carbon, copper, Gretchaninov Tungsten, tin and sodium. And Glazounov and Caeser Cui, Kalinikov, These are the only ones of which the news has come Rachmaninov, to Harvard, And there may be many others but they haven’t been Stravinsky and Gretchnaninov, discovered. Rumshinsky and Rachmaninov, I really have to stop, the subject has been dwelt Upon enough!

ENSEMBLE: Stravinsky! RINGMASTER: Gretchaninoff! ENSEMBLE: Rumshinsky! RINGMASTER: Rachmaninoff! ENSEMBLE: He'd better stop because we feel we all have under- Gone enough!

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Ernie Lombardi Van Lingle Mungo Huey Mulcahy (Dave Frischberg) Van Lingle Van Lingle Mungo Heeney Majeski Johnny Gee Eddie Joost The Naming of Ants Johnny Pesky (Ken Neufeld) Thornton Lee Danny Gardella The way they name ants these days! Van Lingle Mungo Plagiolepis, Dolichoderus, Tetramorium. Pogonomyrex, Myrmecocystus, Monomorium. Eddie Waitkus Salomomis, Leptothorax, Camponotus. Johnny Vander Meer Atta Texana, Solenopsis Saevissima. Bob Estalella And my favorite: Iridomyrmex Humilis. Van Lingle Mungo What ever happened to names like Bill and Dave? Augie Bergamo Sigmund Jakucki The Happy Time Big Johnny Mize (Fred Ebb, The Happy Time ) and Barney Mccosky Remember the Christmas morning long ago, Hal Trosky The frosted glass, the dancing snow, Augie Galan The happy time? and Remember the painted horse, the carousel, Pinky May The choc`late kiss, the caramel, Stan Hack The happy time? and Remember the pale pink sky, Frenchy Bordagaray Your first Easter hat? Phil Cavarretta And if you should ask me why, George Mcquinn The reason I ask you this is that Howard Pollet I want to remember you and Remembering the happy time. Early Wynn Remember the day you found the dollar bill, Roy Campanella Or roller skating down the hill, Van Lingle Mungo The happy time? Augie Bergamo Remember the compliment you once received, Sigmund Jakucki The lie you told they all believed, Big Johnny Mize The happy time? and Remember your first school play, Barney Mccosky The sound of applause? Hal Trosky Why do I go on this way? John Antonelli I’m only reminding you because Ferris Fain I want to remember you Frankie Crosetti Remembering the happy time. Johnny Sain Remember the dearest love you ever knew, The day she said, `hello` to you. and The happy time? Lou Boudreau Remember the tulip trees you walked among, Frankie Gustine The game was old, the player young, and The happy time? Claude Passeau Remember a long deep sigh, Eddie Basinski A tentative kiss? WritingMusicalTheatre.com

And if you should ask me why, Of a summer night in Spain, The reason I ask you that is this: You're the National Gallery I’m longing to see you smile You're Garbo's salary, And hear you laugh You're cellophane. So I can have the photograph You're sublime, And remember you. You're a turkey dinner, Remembering the happy time. You're the time of the Derby winner. I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You’re the Top! (, You’re the Top ) You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy. At words poetic, I'm so pathetic You're the top! That I always have found it best, You're a Brewster body. Instead of getting 'em off my chest, You're the boats that glide To let 'em rest unexpressed. On the sleepy Zuider Zee, I hate parading my serenading You're a Nathan panning, As I'll probably miss a bar, You're Bishop Manning, But if this ditty is not so pretty You're broccoli! At least it'll tell you You're a prize, How great you are. You're a night at Coney, You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni. You're the top! I'm a broken doll, You're the Coliseum, A fol-de-rol, a blop, You're the top! But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the Louvre Museum. You're the top! You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're the top! You're a Bendel bonnet, You're a dance in Bali. A Shakespeare's sonnet, You're the top! You're Mickey Mouse. You're a hot tamale. You're the Nile, You're an angel, you, You're the Tower of Pisa, Simply too, too, too diveen, You're the smile on the Mona Lisa You're a Boticcelli, I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, You're Keats, But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top! You're Shelley,

Your words poetic are not pathetic. You're Ovaltine. On the other hand, babe, you shine, You're a boon, And I can feel after every line You're the dam at Boulder. A thrill divine You're the moon, Down my spine. Over Mae West's shoulder. Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. Might think that your song is bad, Or GOP! But I got a notion I'll second the motion But if, baby, I'm the bottom, And this is what I'm going to add; You're the top!

You're the top! You're the top! You're Mahatma Gandhi. You're an Arrow collar. You're the top! You're the top! You're Napoleon Brandy. You're a Coolidge dollar. You're the purple light You're the nimble tread WritingMusicalTheatre.com

Of the feet of Fred Astaire, You're an O'Neill drama, Something familiar, Something peculiar, You're Whistler's mama, Something for everyone: A comedy tonight! You're Camembert. Something appealing, Something appalling. You're a rose, Something for everyone: You're Inferno's Dante. A comedy tonight! Nothing with kings. You're the nose Nothing with crowns. On the great Durante. Bring on the lovers, liars, and clowns! I'm just in the way, Old situations, As the French would say, "de trop." New complications, But if, baby, I'm the bottom, Nothing portentous You're the top! Or polite; Tragedy tomorrow, You're the top! Comedy tonight! You're the Towel of Babel, You're the top Something convulsive, You're the Whitney stable Something repulsive, By the river Rhine you're a sturdy stein of beer. Something for everyone: You're a dress from Saks's, A comedy tonight! You're next year's taxes, Something esthetic, You're stratosphere! Something frenetic, You're my fuyst, Something for everyone: You're a drumstick lipstick. A comedy tonight! You're da foist Nothing of gods, In da Irish svipstick. nothing of Fate. I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop Weighty affairs will just have to wait. But if baby I'm the bottom Nothing that’s formal, You're the top! Nothing that’s normal, You're the top! No recitations to recite! You're a Waldorf salad. Open up the curtain! You're the top! Comedy tonight! You're a Berlin . You're a baby grand Something erratic, Of a lady and a gent. Something dramatic, You're an old Dutch master, Something for everyone: A comedy tonight! You're Mrs. Astor, Frenzy and frolic, You're Pepsodent! Strictly symbolic, You're romance, Something for everyone: You're the steppes of Russia, A comedy tonight! You're the pants On a Roxy usher. Something that’s gaudy, I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop Something that’s bawdy, But if, baby, I'm the bottom, Something for everybawdy: You're the top! Comedy tonight! Nothing that’s grim, Nothing that’s Greek! Comedy Tonight She Medea later this week. (, Forum ) Stunning surprises WritingMusicalTheatre.com

Cunning disguises, I know a boat you can get on. Hundreds of actors out of sight! Hundreds of flowers in full bloom. Hundreds of people in each room! Pantaloons and tunics! Courtesans and eunuchs! Automobile in America, Funerals and chases! Chromium steel in America. Baritones and basses! Wire-spoke wheel in America, Panderers! Very big deal in America! Philanderers! Cupidity! I’ll drive a Buick through San Juan. Timidity! If there’s a road you can drive on. Mistakes! I’ll give my cousins a free ride. Fakes! How you get all of them inside? Rhymes! Mimes! Immigrant goes to America, Tumblers! Many hellos in America, Grumblers! Nobody knows in America, Fumblers! Puerto Rico’s in America! Bumblers! No royal curse, I’ll bring T.V. to San Juan. No Trojan horse, If there’s a current to turn on! And a happy ending, of course! I’ll give them new washing machine. Goodness and badness, What have they got there to keep clean? Man in his madness: This time it all turns out all right! I like the shores of America! Tragedy tomorrow! Comfort is yours in America! Comedy tonight! Knobs on the doors in America, Wall-to-wall floors in America!

America When I will go back to San Juan. (Stephen Sondheim, ) When you shut up and get gone? Everyone there will give big cheer! Puerto Rico, Everyone there will have moved here! You lovely island, Island of tropical breezes. I like to be in America! Always the pineapples growing, O.K. by me in America! Always the coffee blossoms blowing. Everything free in America Puerto Rico, For a small fee in America! You ugly island, Island of tropic diseases. Always the hurricanes blowing, Always the populations growing, And the money owing, And the babies crying, And the bullets flying. I like the island Manhattan. Smoke on your pipe and put that in. I like to be in America! O.K. by me in America! Everything free in America For a small fee in America!

I like the city of San Juan. WritingMusicalTheatre.com

Like the silhouette of a dame. There is Nothing Like a Dame There is absolutely nothin' like the frame of a dame! (Oscar Hammerstein, South Pacific ) So suppose a dame ain't bright, Or completely free from flaws, We got sunlight on the sand, Or as faithful as a bird dog, We got moonlight on the sea, Or as kind as Santa Claus. We got mangoes and bananas It's a waste of time to worry You can pick right off a tree, Over things that they have not; We got volleyball and ping-pong Be thankful for And a lot of dandy games. The things they got! What ain't we got? We ain't got dames! There is nothin' like a dame. Nothin' in the world. We get packages from home, There is nothin' you can name We get movies, we get shows, That is anythin' like a dame. We get speeches from our skipper And advice from Tokyo Rose, There are no books like a dame We get letters doused wit' poifume, And nothin' looks like a dame. We get dizzy from the smell. There are no drinks like a dame What don't we get? And nothin' thinks like a dame, You know damn well! Nothin' acts like a dame Or attracts like a dame. We have nothin' to put on a clean white suit for. There ain't a thing that's wrong with any man here What we need is what there ain't no substitute for. That can't be cured by puttin' him near A girly, womanly, female, feminine dame! There is nothin' like a dame. Nothin' in the world! There is nothin' you can name That is anythin' like a dame.

We feel restless, We feel blue, We feel lonely and, in brief, We feel every kind of feelin' But the feelin' of relief. We feel hungry as the wolf felt When he met Red Riding Hood. What don't we feel? We don't feel good!

Lots of things in life are beautiful, but, brother, There is one particular thing that is nothin' whatsoever In any way, shape, or form like any other.

There is nothin' like a dame. Nothin' in the world! There is nothin' you can name That is anythin' like a dame.

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La vie Boheme La Vie Boheme La vie Boheme (, ) (JOANNE enters) MARK Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes MAUREEN Is the equipment in a pyramid? COLLINS & ROGER Dies irae dies illa JOANNE Kyrie eleison It is, Maureen Yitgadal v' yitkadash, etc. MAUREEN MARK The mixer doesn't have a case Here she lies Don't give me that face No one knew her worth The late great daughter of mother earth (MAUREEN smacks JOANNE's ass as she exits. On this night when we celebrate the birth MR. GREY reacts) In that little town of Bethlehem We raise our glass- you bet your ass to- MR. GREY (MAUREEN flashes hers) Ahhemm La vie Boheme MAUREEN ALL Hey Mister- she's my sister La vie Boheme La vie Boheme RESTAURANT MAN La vie Boheme So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad La vie Boheme Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter And one pasta with meatless balls MARK To days of inspiration A BOY Playing hooky, making something out of nothing Ugh The need to express To communicate, COLLINS To going against the grain, It tastes the same Going insane Going mad MIMI If you close your eyes To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, RESTAURANT MAN To starving for attention, And thirteen orders of fries Hating convention, hating pretension Is that it here? Not to mention of course, Hating dear old mom and dad ALL Wine and beer! To riding your bike, Midday past the three- piece suits MIMI & ANGEL To fruits to no absolutes To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries To Absolute- to choice To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese To the Village Voice To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo To any passing fad To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou To being an us-for once-, instead of a them - MAUREEN & COLLINS ALL Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion WritingMusicalTheatre.com

Creation, vacation MAUREEN Well - hurry back MARK Mucho masturbation (MAUREEN and JOANNE kiss)

MAUREEN & COLLINS MR. GREY Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new Sisters?

COLLINS MAUREEN To Sontag We're close

ANGEL (ANGEL jumps on top of COLLINS, who's on the To Sondheim table. They kiss)

FOUR PEOPLE ANGEL, COLLINS, MAUREEN, MARK, MR. To anything taboo GREY Brothers! COLLINS & ROGER Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage MARK, ANGEL, MIMI & THREE OTHERS Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, COLLINS Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman Lenny Bruce German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa ROGER Carmina Burana Langston Hughes ALL MAUREEN To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy To the stage Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC, To no shame - never playing the Fame Game PERSON #1 To Uta COLLINS To marijuana PERSON #2 To Buddha ALL To sodomy, PERSON #3 It's between God and me Pablo Neruda, too To S & M

MARK & MIMI (MR. GREY walks out) Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em BENNY Waiter...Waiter...Waiter ALL La vie Boheme ALL La vie Boheme (JOANNE returns)

MAUREEN And wipe the speakers off before you pack

JOANNE Yes, Maureen

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My Favorite Things Money Isn’t Everything (Oscar Hammerstein, The Sound of Music ) (Oscar Hammerstein, Allegro )

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Money isn't everything. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens What can money buy? Brown paper packages tied up with strings An automobile, so you won't get wet; These are a few of my favorite things Champagne, so you won't get dry. Money isn't everything. Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels What have rich folks got? Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles A Florida home, so you won't get cold; Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings A yacht so you won't get hot; These are a few of my favorite things An orchid or two, So you won't feel blue Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes If you have to go out at night; Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes And maybe a jar Silver white winters that melt into Springs Of caviar, These are a few of my favorite things So your appetite won't be light. Oil tycoon and cattle king, When the dog bites Radio troubadour, When the bee stings Belittle the fun that their fortunes bring When I'm feeling sad And tell you that they are sure I simply remember my favorite things Money isn't everything! And then I don't feel so bad. Money isn't everything, Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Money isn't everything Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Unless you're very poor! Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Can money make you honest? Can it teach you right from wrong? Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Can money keep you healthy? Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Can it make your muscles strong? Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings Can money make your eyes get red, These are a few of my favorite things The way they get from sewing? Can money make your back get sore, Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes The way it gets from mowing? Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Can money make your hands get rough, Silver white winters that melt into Springs As washing dishes does? These are a few of my favorite things Can money make you smell the way That cooking fishes does? When the dog bites It may buy you gems and fancy clothes When the bee stings And juicy steaks to carve, When I'm feeling sad But it cannot build your character I simply remember my favorite things Or teach you how to starve! And then I don't feel so bad. Money isn't everything. If you're rich, you pay Elizabeth Arden to do your face The night you attend a play. Feeling like the bloom of spring, Down the aisle you float, A Tiffany ring, and a Cartier string Of pearls to adorn your throat. WritingMusicalTheatre.com

Your Carnegie dress And still my heart has wings. Will be more or less These foolish things Of a handkerchief round your hip, Remind me of you. Sewed on to you so The park at evening when the bell has sounded, That your slip won't show. The “Ile de France” with all the gulls around it, And whatever you show won't slip. The beauty that is Spring’s, To your creamy shoulders cling These foolish things Ermines white as snow. Remind me of you. Then on to cafe's where they sway and swing, How strange, how sweet, You go with your wealthy beau. To find you still; There you'll hear a crooner sing: These things are dear to me, "Money isn't everything!" They seem to bring you near to me. The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations. Money isn't everything, Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations. As long as you have dough! Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things Remind me of you. These Foolish Things (Eric Maschwitz) Refrain 3: Gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow, Oh! will you never let me be? Wild strawberries only seven francs a kilo, Oh! will you never set me free? And still my heart has wings The ties that bound us These foolish things remind me of you. Are still around is, The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses, There’s no escape that I can see. The waiters whistling as the last bar closes, And still those little things remain, The song that Crosby sings, That bring me happiness or pain. These foolish things Remind me of you. Refrain 1: How strange, how sweet, To find you still; A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces, These things are dear to me, An airline ticket to romantic places, They seem to bring you near to me. And still my heart has wings. The scent of smoldering leaves, the wail of streamers, These foolish things Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers. Remind me of you. Oh, how the ghost of you clings! A tinkling piano in the next apartment, These foolish things Those stumbling words that told you what my heart Remind me of you. meant, A fairground’s painted swings, These foolish things Remind me of you. You cam, you saw, you conquer’d me; When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be. The winds of March that make my heart a dancer, A telephone that rings, but who’s to answer? Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things Remind me of you.

Refrain 2: First daffodils and long excited cables, And candle light on little corner tables, WritingMusicalTheatre.com

"Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we Another Hundred People ?" (Stephen Sondheim, Company ) "Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain." "Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain?" Another hundred people just got off of the train "Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will And came up through the ground, explain." While another hundred people just got off of the bus And another hundred people just got off of the train. And are looking around And another hundred people just got off of the train, At another hundred people who got off of the plane And another hundred people just got off of the train, And are looking at us And another hundred people just got off of the train. Who got off of the train Another hundred people just got off of the train. And the plane and the bus Maybe yesterday. I’m Still Here (Stephen Sondheim, ) It's a city of strangers, Some come to work, some to play. Good times and bum times, A city of strangers, I've seen them all and, my dear, Some come to stare, some to stay. I'm still here. And every day Plush velvet sometimes, The ones who stay Sometimes just pretzels and beer, Can find each other in the crowded streets and the But I'm here. guarded parks, I've stuffed the dailies By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the In my shoes. battered barks, Strummed ukuleles, And they walk together past upholstered walls with Sung the blues, the crude remarks. Seen all my dreams disappear, And they meet at parties through the friends of But I'm here. friends who they never I've slept in shanties, know. Guest of the W.P.A., "Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we But I'm here. let it go?" Danced in my scanties, "Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain." Three bucks a night was the pay, "Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain?" But I'm here. "Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will I've stood on bread lines explain." With the best, And another hundred people just got off of the train. Watched while the headlines Did the rest. It's a city of strangers, In the Depression was I depressed? Some come to work, some to play. Nowhere near. A city of strangers, I met a big financier Some come to stare, some to stay. And I'm here. And every day I've been through Gandhi, Some go away Windsor and Wally's affair, Or they find each other in the crowded streets and the And I'm here. guarded parks, Amos 'n' Andy, By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the Mah-jongg and platinum , battered barks, And I'm here. And they walk together past upholstered walls with I got through Abie's the crude remarks. Irish Rose, And they meet at parties through the friends of Five Dionne babies, friends who they never Major Bowes, know. Had heebie-jeebies For Beebe's WritingMusicalTheatre.com

Bathysphere. And I'm here! I lived through Brenda Frazier Look who's here! And I'm here. I'm still here! I've gotten through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover, Gee, that was fun and a half. When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar They Can’t Take That Away from Me Hoover, (Ira Gershwin) Anything else is a laugh. I've been through Reno. Our romance won’t end on a sorrowful note, I've been through Beverly Hills, Though by tomorrow you’re gone; And I'm here. The song is ended, but as the wrote, Reefers and vino, “The melody lingers on.” Rest cures, religion and pills, They may take you from me, And I'm here I’ll miss your fond caress, Been called a pinko But though they take you from me, Commie tool, I’ll still possess: Got through it stinko By my pool. The way you wear your hat, I should have gone to an acting school. The way you sip your tea, That seems clear, The memory of all that, Still, someone said, "She's sincere," No, no! They can’t take that away from me! So I'm here. The way your smile just beams, Black sable one day. The way you sing off-key, Next day it goes into hock, The way you haunt my dreams, But I'm here. No, no! They can’t take that away from me! Top billing Monday, We may never, never meet again Tuesday you're touring in stock, On the bumpy road to love, But I'm here. Still I’ll always, always keep First you're another The memory of Sloe-eyed vamp, The way you hold your knife, Then someone's mother, The way we danced till three, Then you're camp. The way you’ve changed my life: Then you career from career No, no! They can’t take that away from me! To career. No! They can’t take that away from me! I'm almost through my memoirs. And I'm here. I've gotten through "Hey, lady, aren't you whoozis? Wow! What a looker you were." Or, better yet, "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis. Whatever happened to her?" Good times and bum times, I've seen 'em all and, my dear, I'm still here. Flush velvet sometimes, Sometimes just pretzels and beer, But I'm here. I've the gamut. A to Z. Three cheers and dammit, C'est la vie. I got through all of last year And I'm here. Lord knows, at least I was there, WritingMusicalTheatre.com