Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Don't She Look Good Composer(s): Jerry Chestnut Performer(s): Bill Anderson; Eddy Arnold; Ernest Tubb
She was on her way out of your life When I found her not knowing which way to turn She's forgotten the feeling of two arms around her But it didn't take her long to learn You had new worlds to conquer so you didn't Want her or anything cramping your style But don't she look great in the new dress I bought her And don't she look good when she smiles Did you really think you were so all important She couldn't get by on her own Did you really think losing you would destroy her And that's why she kept hanging on She stuck to her promise and talked to her Conscious she did all she could for a while Then picked up the pieces and she started livin' Now don't she look good when she smiles
Don't she look good in the new dress I bought her And the new way that she wears her hair She's in a new world and she's not the same girl She knows now that somebody cares You can't believe that the same girl you let go Could change so in this little while But don't she look great in the new dress I bought her And don't she look good when she smiles Now don't she look great in the new dress I bought her And don't she look good when she smiles
La Ballade De Davy Crockett ((English Version: The Ballad of Davy Crockett (by Bill Hayes)) Composer(s): George Bruns - Tom Blackburn - Francis Blanche Performer(s): Annie Cordy
Y avait un homme qui s'appelait Davy Il était né dans le Tennessee Si courageux que quand il était p'tit Il tua un ours du premier coup d'fusil
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais peur
À quatorze ans il s'était perdu Dans un désert vaste et inconnu Pendant dix jours il marcha vers le Sud Sans rien manger qu'un petit peu d'herbe crue
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais faim
Pendant la guerre contre les indiens Il combattit tout seul contre vingt Ayant une flèche plantée dans une main Il l'arracha avec son autre main
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais mal
Dans la forêt au cur de l'hiver Quand il chassait les loups et les cerfs Le torse nu et les bras découverts Il s'en allait riant des courants d'air
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais froid
Quand les Peaux-Rouges demandèrent la paix Davy serra la main qu'ils tendaient Avec les chefs il fuma le calumet Mais sans rien boire, pas même un verre de lait
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais soif
On l'présenta pour les élections Et ses discours remuaient l'opinion Il était là dans toutes les réunions La tête froide malgré son émotion
Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais chaud
C'était un homme qui s'appelait Davy Tout le monde ici se souvient de lui Face au danger, à la peur, à la nuit Face au devoir, à la mort, à la vie
Don't Say You Don't Remember
Composer(s): Estelle Levitt - Helen Miller
Performer(s): Beverly Bremers
We wrote on the corner of the table "This is the only one that will last For you, for me, for always Forever was meant for us", but for us it went by too fast
Don't say you don't remember I'll never love anyone else If you say you don't remember How can I go on living (How can I go on living) With myself?
When we meet you always call me "baby" How could it be that you forgot my name? Before you go, be honest I belonged to you and believed that you felt the same
Don't say you don't remember I'll never love anyone else If you say you don't remember How can I go on living (How can I go on living) With myself?
People never stay the same forever Somebody always loves a little more Tonight I need to love you Together we'll find a way to make tomorrow worth living for
Don't say you don't remember I'll never love anyone else If you say you don't remember How can I go on living (How can I go on living) With myself?
The Ballad Of Davy Crockett ((French Version: La Ballade De Davy Crockett (by Annie Cordy)) Composer(s): George Bruns - Tom Blackburn Performer(s): Bill Hayes and multiple other artists
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the land of the free Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Off through the woods he's a marchin' along Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong He's ringy as a b'ar an' twice as strong Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!
Andy Jackson is our Gen'ral's name His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame 'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!
Headed back to war from the ol' home place But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace South to the swamps on the Florida Trace Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!
Fought single-handed through the Injun War Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store An' while he was handlin' this risky chore Made hisself a legend for evermore Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
He give his word an' he give his hand That his Injun friends could keep their land An' the rest of his life he took the stand That justice was due every redskin band Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!
Home fer the winter with his family Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree Bein' the father he wanted to be Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!
But the ice went out an' the warm winds came An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame An' all of a sudden life got too tame Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!
Off through the woods we're ridin' along Makin' up yarns an' singin' a song He's ringy as a b'ar an' twice as strong An' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!
Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall In his heart he wanted to leave it all An' lose himself in the forests tall But he answered instead his country's call Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!
Needin' his help they didn't vote blind They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind Sent up to Nashville the best they could find A fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!
The votes were counted an' he won hands down So they sent him off to Washin'ton town With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown A livin' legend of growin' renown Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!
He went off to Congress an' served a spell Fixin' up the Governments an' laws as well Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band His politickin' was their favorite brand An' everyone wanted to shake his hand Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!
He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell Of his hopes for White House an' fame as well But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
When he come home his politickin' done The western march had just begun So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneers!
He heard of Houston an' Austin so To the Texas plains he jest had to go Where freedom was fightin' another foe An' they needed him at the Alamo Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
His land is biggest an' his land is best From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of us all meetin' the test Followin' his legend into the West Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
Don't Say Nothin' Bad (About My Baby)
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King
First release by: The Cookies - 1963
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know) Don't say nothing bad about my baby He's good (He's good) He's good to me (Good to me) And that''s all I care about
Oh no, Don't you tell me by baby's just a playboy (It isn't true) Don't you tell me my baby's just a playboy (That's a lie) I won't listen to a single word you say (He's my guy) Don't you tell me my baby's just a playboy He's true He's true to me So girl, you better shut your mouth
Everybody says he's lazy But not when he's kissing me Everybody says he's crazy Sure he's crazy, crazy about me (Oh, yeah)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know) Don't say nothing bad about my baby He's good (He's good) He's good to me (Good to me) And that's all I care about
Oh no, Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know) Dont' say nothing bad about my baby He's true (He's true) He's true to me (True to me) So girl you better shut your mouth
(Oh no, no no no) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh no, no no no) Don't say nothing bad about my baby Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh no, no no no) Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh no, no no no) Don't say nothing bad about my baby
La Ballade De Bill Brillantine Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Il marchait comme un chat égaré Nerfs tendus toutes griffes rentrées Son regard me donnait froid dans le dos Il semblait guetter Les gens du quartier Cherchant la violence À travers un mot
Il portait des blue-jeans délavés Il rôdait aux sorties des cinés Il faisait un très grand numéro Adossé au mur Il jouait les durs Et son cinéma Ne sonnait pas faux
Bill Brillantine Je n'ai pas oublié Bill Brillantine Et ses cheveux lustrés Toujours huilés Bill Brillantine Où es-tu donc passé Mais que t'est-il arrivé?
Bill Brillantine Bill Brillantine
Maintenant tes cheveux sont tombés Ton blouson est rangé au grenier Du passé il reste quelques photos Fini l'aventure Le gang des voitures Avec ton mariage Est tombé à l'eau
Bill Brillantine Je n'ai pas oublié Bill Brillantine Et tes cheveux lustrés Toujours huilés Bill Brillantine Où es-tu donc passé Mais que t'est-il arrivé?
Bill Brillantine
Eh! Tu m'prêtes ta Vespa? Non, j'peux pas J'vais à une suprise-partie ce soir Oh tu m'emmènes? Non, non, non, non, non, non, Bill, non Tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill Non, non, tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill Non Bill, au revoir Bill, au revoir Bill... Tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill...
Don't Say No
Composer(s): Billy Squier
Performer(s): Billy Squier
We live in confusion times --- my world is a vice
Nobody gets out alive... but you can break through the ice
Don't say no
My wounds are the open kind --- I bleed every day
I pray for a change of mind... you could take me away
Don't say no
Take on the system, playin' on the wrong side
Spend all my money tryin' to have a good time
Come 'round to see you from time to time
Week in the knees and I'm busted
Some people they treat me kind... some drive me away
Some people they blow your mind... it's not easy today
Don't say no
I live on the borderline... you come from the void
I beg you to cross the line... you take good care of your boy
Don't say no
Got me a ticket sittin' on a gold mine
Send me the int'rest, take me where the sun shines
Come 'round to see me from time to time
Bring it to me when I'm busted
One minute I'm outa time... I don't fit in your game
You kill me in overtime... I don't remember my name
One minute you're on my mind... next minute you're gone
You tell me to read the signs... they tell me we're on
Don't say no...
La Bague À Jules Composer(s): Alec Siniavine Performer(s): Patachou
Y a quelqu' chos' qui tourne pas rond Sur cett' boul' qu'on appell' la Terre... Et mêm' les gens qu'nous admirons N'sont pas à l'abri d'la misère... C'est ainsi qu' dans l'milieu, l'aut' jour À midi juste à la pendule Ce bruit affreux n'a fait qu'un tour On a fauché la bague à Jules!
Jul's, c'est un caïd, un' terreur Mais un malin, presqu'un artiste ... Un gars qui n'fait jamais d'erreurs Un' min' d'or pour les journalistes ... Pour un' fois qu'il s'faisait masser De l'orteil à la clavicule Complèt'ment nu, comm' vous pensez On a fauché la bague à Jules!
Un' petit' bagu' de rien du tout Deux cents gramm's d'or autour d'un diam' Des p'tits rubis un peu partout... Seul'ment la bagu' lui v'nait d'Madame! Ou plutôt, de son ton guindé Aux demoisell's qui déambulent Elle avait dit: c'est décidé On va offrir la bague à Jules
D'la s'couss' les pépées des carr'fours Les cell's que la moral' tolère Les bell's de nuit, les bell's de jour Les faux poids et les vraies douairières Tout's ont augmenté leurs tarifs Afin d'arrondir leur pécule... Y a eu du marathon sportif Pour alourdir la bague à Jules!
Hélas, depuis qu'on a fauché L'ornement d'son auriculaire La clientèl' peut s'approcher Fini, l'moindre effort pour lui plaire... Et malheur au gars qui dirait Comm' ça bêt'ment, sans préambule "Pardon, Mad'moisell', c'est-y vrai Qu'on a fauché la bague à Jules ?"
Et Jul's lui-mêm', c'est pire encor... Il os' plus dir' bonjour aux potes Il sait pas quoi fair' de son corps... Quand il est tout seul, il sanglote... Tous les tantôts, dès qu'il est l'vé D'un air penaud et ridicule Il va voir aux objets trouvés Si y aurait pas la bague à Jules
Tenez, l'aut' soir, n'en pouvant plus Tremblant comme un qu'a la jaunisse Et cachant ses gros doigts poilus Il est allé à la police... Et là, au commissair' soufflé Il a dit: "Tant pis, c'est régule Y aura un sac pour le poulet Qui ramèn'ra la bague à Jules! ..."
Et pendant c'temps-là, pas bien loin L'imbécil' qu'a fauché la bague Se consol' tout seul, dans un coin De l'énormité de la blague... Car sa loup' lui a révélé La vérité sur le bidule... Dans l'histoir' tout l'monde est volé Elle était fauss' la bague à Jules! ...
Don't Say Goodnight And Mean Goodbye
Composer(s): Joseph DeAngelis - Charles Partee
First release by: The Shirelles - 1963
Tonight you're actin' strange I find And you got something on your mind Something's wrong, I can see it See it in your eyes Whoa darlin Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Oh, it may just be all in my mind But tonight doesn't seem like other times Then you were laughing and gay But now I hear you sighing, oh yes I do Whoa whoa whoa darlin' Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Have I lost touch with your heart Or do I just worry too much? I couldn't stand for us to part Because I love you much, much too much
So don't let this kiss be our last kiss Let there be other nights of holding you like this Please don't walk away, pretty baby With that look in your eyes Oh no no, whoa darling Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye Whoa oh oh baby Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye Oh oh oh, don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
La Bagarre ((Adapted from: Trouble (by Elvis Presley) - 1958)) Composer(s): Mike Stoller - Jerry Leiber - Vline Buggy Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday (France) - 1962
Si vous chercher la bagarre Vous êtes venu à la bonne place Si vous chercher la bagarre Regardez-moi bien en face Et, je n'aime pas beaucoup Qu'on m'en remontre
J'avoue que la bagarre Je ne suis pas contre Ça me fait pas peur Je dirais même Que j'aime cogner C'est un plaisir D'accord, les gars J'vais vous soigner
Si pas pour la bagarre Alors c'est pour mon fric Vous tombez bien blague à part Sur moi, j'ai plus d'une brique Mais avant il faudra Passer par moi
Je vous prends un par un Ou bien tous les trois à la fois Ça me fait pas peur Je dirais même Que j'aime cogner C'est un plaisir D'accord, les gars J'vais vous soigner
Don't Say A Word ((Adapted from: Après L'Amour (Charles Aznavour) - 1964)) ((Italian Version: Dopo L'amore (Charles Aznavour & Mia Martini) - 1977)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour & Liesbeth List - 1976
Liesbeth: My hands of time stand still Rain on the window sill The lazy clouds drift by A rainbow in the sky We two stand here alone So alone, you and I
Love, now you are close to me Oh, come closer to me I feel your gentle touch Warm fingers touching, running At last, we two are one I beg you let this moment last forever
Don't say a word Let your lips go on kissing me Don't say a word Share this moment with me Pressing close to your heart Makes my world feel a part of yours Don't destroy it by just making a love scene of it Don't say a word Let me feel what your lips can say We might be heard and the moon fly away Darling, lie here with me What must be love, must be, my heart has heard Darling, don't say a word
Charles: Pressing close to your heart Makes my world feel a part of your world Don't destroy it by just making a love scene of it Don't
Liesbeth: Don't say a word
Charles: Let me feel
Liesbeth: Let me feel what your lips can say
Charles: Don't
Liesbeth: We might be heard And the moon fly away
Both: Darling, lie here with me What must be love must be My heart has heard My darling don't say a word
Trouble ((French Version: La Bagarre (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1962)) Composer(s): Mike Stoller - Jerry Leiber First release by: Elvis Presley - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
If you're looking for trouble You came to the right place If you're looking for trouble Just look right in my face I was born standing up And talking back My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I've never looked for trouble But I've never ran I don't take no orders From no kind of man I'm only made out Of flesh, blood and bone But if you're gonna start a rumble Don't you try it on alone Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil So don't mess around, don't mess around with me I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil So don't mess around with me Yeah!
Don't Rock The Boat, Dear
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Dean Martin & Margaret Whiting; Nancy Andrews
(MW) Don't rock the boat dear (MW) Keep our love afloat dear (MW) Strike that happy note dear (MW) We're not lost at sea
(DM) Keep our love ready (DM) And never high or heady (DM) Always keep it steady (DM) The way it ought to be
(Both) Even though we're out in deep water (Both) We must save the future for sons and daughters (MW) Don't rock the ship dear (DM) Here's a little tip dear (MW) Make each trip a pip dear (Both) Just for the likes of you and me
(DM) Don't rock the yacht dear (MW) Don't you go to pot dear (DM) This year is a hot year (DM) We're not lost at sea
(MW) Don't rock the scow now (DM) Charm me off the bow now (MW) Love me here and now (Both) Wow the way it ought to be
(DM) Even though we're out in deep water (MW) We must save the future for sons and daughters (DM) Don't rock the sloop dear (MW) Don't be nincompoop dear (DM) Lovers loop the loop dear (Both) It was made for us
(MW) Don't rock the craft dear (DM) We're not on a raft dear (MW) Love before and aft (Both) dear (Both) Don't rock the boat dear (DM) Keep our love afloat dear (MW) Strike that happy note dear (Both) dear (Both) Just for the likes of you and me
Domingo, a por el mar cumpliendo una promesa Tu siéntate cerquita y ya veremos qué pasa la autoradio canta, no te separes la autoradio canta, no te separes
Si acaso tienes sed aquí traigo de todo ahora que voy bien ¿Qué tal si hablamos un poco? la autoradio canta, no te separes la autoradio canta, no te separes
Parecen diez minutos pero hace horas que estamos en camino y no se ve la costa la autoradio canta, no te separes la autoradio canta, no te separes que ...
Esta canción tal asi como es va dedicada a ti ¿No ves? y a esa sonrisa que me parte en dos el corazón Hey! es toda esntera para ti casi tan tierna como tú que nunca cuentas tus problemas por no molestar y sé que los hay... y sé cuantos hay...
Atrás quedan los ruidos con sus ciudades me gusta que tus ojos no quieran mirarme la autoradio canta, no te separes la autoradio canta, no te separes
Y mientras tú me cuentas cómo va tu vida que tu padre no te entiende y que estás muy dolida la autoradio canta, y me distrae la autoradio canta, y se hace muy tarde ...
Esta canción tal asi como es Va dedicada a ti ¿No ves? y a esa sonrisa que me parte en dos el corazón Hey! es toda esntera para ti casi tan tierna como tú que nunca cuentas tus problemas por no molestar y sé que los hay... y sé cuantos hay...
Y el dia se nos va y el mar aún no se ha visto el año que viene saldremos más pronto, verás...
Esta canción tal asi como es Va dedicada a ti ¿No ves? que nunca cuentas tus problemas por no molestar y sé que los hay... y sé cuantos hay...
Don't Rob Another Man's Castle
Composer(s): Jenny Carson
First recording/First release by: Eddy Arnold, The Tennesee Plowboy and his Guitar - 1948/1949
Covered by multiple other artists
Don't rob another man's castle For he's like a king on a throne
It may be a shack, down along side the tracks But everything in it's his own
Don't think of taking his loved one For it's written, "Thou Shalt Not Steal"
Don't rob another man's castle For someone just stole it from me
Don't Rain On My Parade
Composer(s): Jule Styne - Bob Merrill
First release by: Barbra Streisand - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to If someone takes a spill It's me and not you Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to leave Just sit and putter Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter 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 A Cinderella or a shine apple of an 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 the cloud to rain on my parade
Yes, sir No, sir I'm gonna live and live now Get what I want, I know how All that the law will allow One roll for the whole shebang One throw that bell will go clang Though I'm alone I'm a gang Eye on the target and wham One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey, world, here I am... Get ready for me life, 'cause I'm a "comer" I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!
No queda nada que pueda querer no queda nada que pueda desear He conbinado la sal con la miel he conseguido más de lo normal
Ni una alegría yo voy a buscar mi alegría es de humo y fragor No está ni arriba ni abajo ni atrás Quizás delante tras otro sudor
Mi sonrisa no está en la yerba ni en el viento mi sonrisa no está en la luna ni en el mar mi sonrisa no está en un cuerpo de mujer mi sonrisa no está en el día (ni siquiera está en la alegría)
Mi alegía está dentro de mí mi alegría sale sin querer mi alegría es lo que hay que decir mi alegría es lo que hay que saber
Mi sonrisa no está en la yerba ni en el viento mi sonrisa no está en la luna ni en el mar mi sonrisa no está en un cuerpo de mujer mi sonrisa no está en el día (ni siquiera está en la alegría)
No queda nada en la tierra y el mar que no haya hecho a mi cuerpo feliz No queda nada que pueda buscar y sin embargo no empiezo a vivir
Don't Put Your Daughter On The Stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don't Put Your Daughter On The Stage, Mrs. Worthington Composer(s): Noel Coward Performer(s): Noel Coward; Vic Reeves
Some years ago when I was returning from the Far East on a very large ship I was pursued around the decks every day by a very large lady She showed me some photographs of her daughter a repellant-looking girl and seemed convinced that she was destined for a great stage career Finally, in sheer self-preservation, I locked myself in my cabin and wrote this song Dont Put Your Daughter On The Stage, Mrs. Worthington)
Dont put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington Dont put your daughter on the stage The profession is overcrowded The struggles pretty tough And admitting the fact shes burning to act That isnt quite enough Shes a nice girl and though her teeth are fairly good Shes not the type I ever would be eager to engage I repeat, Mrs. Worthington, sweet Mrs. Worthington Dont put your daughter on the stage
Regarding yours, dear Mrs. Worthington Of Wednesday, the 23rd Although your baby may be keen on a stage career How can I make it clear that this is not a good idea For her to hope and appear, Mrs. Worthington Is on the face of it absurd Her personality is not in reality quite big enough, inviting enough For this particular sphere
Dont put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington Dont put your daughter on the stage Shes a bit of an ugly duckling, you must honestly confess And the width of her seat would surely defeat Her chances of her success Its - its a loud voice, and though its not exactly flat Shell need a little more than that to earn a living wage On my knees, Mrs. Worthington, please Mrs. Worthington Dont put your daughter on the stage
Dont put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington Dont put your daughter on the stage Though they said at the school of acting She was lovely as Peer Gynt Im afraid, on the whole, an ingenue role might emphasize her squint She has nice hands, to give the wretched girl her due But dont you think her bust is too developed for her age No more buts, Mrs. Worthington, nuts! Mrs. Worthington Dont put your daughter on the stage
