It's A Bore
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Louis Jourdan (Gaston) & Maurice Chevalier (Uncle Honoré)



H: Look at all the captivating fascinating things there are to do
G: Name two.
H: Look at the pleasures of the myriad of treasures we have got
G: Like what?
H: Look at Paris in the spring
when each solitary thing
is more beautiful than ever before!
You can hear every tree almost saying "Look at me!"
G: What color are the trees?
H: Green!
G: What color were they last year?
H: Green!
G: And next year?
H: Green!
G: It's a bore!
H: Don't you marvel at the power
of the mighty Eiffel Tower
knowing there it will remain evermore?
Climbing up to the sky over 90 stories high
G: How many stories?
H: 90
G How many yesterday?
H: 90
G: And tomorrow?
H: 90
G: It's a bore!
H: The River Seine!
G: All it can do is flow
H: But think of wine!
G: It's red or white
H: But think of girls!
G: It's either yes or no
and if it's no or if it's yes
it simply couldn't matter less!
H: But think of a race
with your horse in seventh place
and he suddenly begins and he catches up
and wins with a roar!
G: It's a bore!
H: Life is thrilling as can be!
G: Simply not my cup of tea
H: It's a gay romantic fling!
G: If you like that sort of thing
H: It's intriguing!
G: It's fatiguing!
H: It's a game!
G: It's the same dull world where ever you go
whatever place you are at
The earth is round but everything on it is flat
H: Don't tell me Venice has no lure
G: Just a town without a sewer
H: The Leaning Tower I adore!
G: Indecision is a bore!
H: But think of the thrill of a bull fight in Seville
when the bull is uncontrolled
and he challenges the bold matador!
G: It's a bore!
H: Think of lunch beneath the trees!
G: Stop the carriage if you please!
H: You mean you don't want to come?
G: The thought of lunch leaves me numb
H: But I implore...!
G: Oh, no, Uncle, it's a bore!




(reprise)
(Honoré, Gaston and Honore's valet)

H: Just imagine her chagrin 
when she sees you wander in
And you find her with that slippery senor
What a moment supreme
when she totters with a scream
G: What will she do?
H: Scream
G: What did yours do?
H: Scream
G: What do they all do?
H: Scream
G: It's a bore!
H: But think of the bliss
of the pleasure you would miss
When she topples in a heap
And you leave her there to weep on the floor
G: It's a bore!
H: You must catch her if you can
V: For the dignity of man!
H: Take advantage of the chance
V: You owe it, sir, to France!
H & V: This is war!
G: All right! But it's a bore!