My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! Strip of jerky, long and lean Serve it up with a side of me My baby's got the strangest
The eyes of a child, so innocent and pure A child's heart is full of song Take their tiny hand, and lead them to the light As adults we see pain in this
Kids! I don't know what's wrong with these kids today! Kids! Who can understand anything they say? Kids! They a disobedient, disrespectful oafs! Noisy
Kids! I don't know what's wrong with these kids today! Kids! Who can understand anything they say? Kids! They are so ridiculous and immature! I don't
Albert: Talk To me, baby, won't you talk to me I don't care what you say Baby, talk to me Must you to be oh so far away from me It seems so wrong this
PAN: Children, welcome home To where we all began. Alone and face to face Let us erase the fall of man: Let the frogs pause in their song, Let the crickets
ADAM AND EVE Oh Father, for all we have received, we thank you Here we are, your grateful children All you give is all we know In this everlasting springtime
FATHER Fare thee well My precious children In your hands I place a key To this prison Made of gratitude That has held you close to me Now I know I
Enoch I own a little house and I sail a little boat And the fish I catch I sell And in a manner of speakin' "I'm doin' very well." I love a little
Music and Lyrics by Dorothy Fields and Jimmy McHugh I can't give you anything but love, baby That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby Dream a while
DORSEY Mrs. Phagan, can you describe for us, please ma'am, the outfit your daughter Mary wore to town last Memorial Day? MRS. PHAGAN It was her Easter
Guillaume Will he never take his aim, ram it home, play the game Can he never find the place where he's meant to slide? Gang Does he have a spear to
[[Marie]] You would have liked him Mama, you would Mama, he makes things Mama, they're good Just as you said from the start Children and art Children
MOTHER How they play Finding treasure in the sand They're forever hand in hand, Our children. TATEH How they laugh She has never laughed like this
MRS. MAYOR He was Mommy's little boy. MR. MAYOR He was Daddy's little man. BOTH He was never any trouble till this... "Thinking Thing" began! MR
Muzzy: My daddy was a rag-time trombone player, My mommy was a rag-time cabaret-er. They met one day at a tango tea, There was a syncopated wedding,
BLACK Poor child, Poor child, Beautiful and bruised. Poor child, Pure child, Virginal and used. Her hair, Her smile, Her eyes, So tender Her
PEOPLE: There were ships of shapes and sizes Scattered out along the bay And I thought I heard her calling As the steamer pulled away The Invaders must