Pick A Little, Talk A Little
Alma:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot,
pick a little more
Alma and Ethel:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot,
pick a little more
All the ladies:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot,
pick a little more
Maud:
Professor, her kind of woman doesn’t belong on any committee.
Of course, I shouldn’t tell you this but she advocates dirty books.
Harold:
Dirty books!
Alma:
Chaucer!
Ethel:
Rabelais!
Eulalie:
Balzac!
Maud:
And the worst thing
Of course, I shouldn’t tell you this but-
Alma:
I’ll tell.
Ethel:
The man lived on my street, let me tell.
Eulalie:
Stop! I’ll tell.
She made brazen overtures to a man who never had a friend
in this town till she came here.
Alma:
Oh, yes
That woman made brazen overtures
With a gild-edge guarantee
She had a golden glint in her eye
And a silver voice with a counterfeit ring
Just melt her down and you’ll reveal
A lump of lead as cold as steel
Here!, where a woman’s heart should be!
Eulalie, Alma, Maud, Ethel, Mrs Squires:
He left River City the Library building
But he left all the books to her
Alma:
Chaucer!
Ethel:
Rabelais!
Eulalie:
Balzac!
All the ladies:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot,
pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot,
pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Pick a little, talk a little, Cheep!
Marian, The Librarian
Harold
Marian, Madam Librarian
What can I do, my dear, to catch your ear?
I love you madly, madly, madam librarian, Marian
Heaven help us, if the library caught on fire
And the volunteer hose brigade men
Had to whisper the news to Marian
Madam Librarian
What can I do, my dear, to make it clear?
I need you badly, badly, madam librarian, Marian
If I stumbled and I busted my whatchamacallit
I could lie on your floor unnoticed
Till my body had turned to carrion
Madam Librarain
Now in the moonlight a man could sing it
In the moonlight…
And a fella would know that his darlin’
Had heard every word of his song
With the moonlight helping along
But when I try in here to tell you dear
I love you madly, madly, madam librarian, Marian
It’s a long lost cause, I can never win
For the civilized world accepts as unforgivable sin
Any talking out loud with any librarian
Such as Marian, Madam Librarian
The Wells Fargo Wagon
Ooho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin’ down the street
Oh please let it be for me
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin’ down the street
I wish, I wish I knew what it could be
I got a box of maple sugar on my birthday
In March I got a gray mackinaw
And once I got some grapefruit from Tampa
Montgomery Ward sent me a bathtub and a crosscut saw
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin’ now
Is it a prepaid surprise or C.O.D.?
It could be curtains
Or dishes
Or a double boiler
Or it could be
Yes it could be, yes you’re right, it surely could be
Somethin’ special
Somethin’ very, very special now
Just for me
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin’ down the street
Oh don’t let him pass my door
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin’
I wish I knew what he was comin’ for
I got some salmon from Seattle last September
And I expect a new rockin’ chair
I hope I get my raisins from Fresno
The D.A.R. have sent a cannon for the courthouse square
Oho, the Wellth Fargo Wagon ith a-comin’ now
I don’t know how I can ever wait to thee
It could be thumthin’ for thomone who ith no relathion
But it could be somethin’ special just for me
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, keep a comin’
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, keep a comin’
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon,
Don’t you dare to make a stop until you stop for me
It’s You
Quartet:
It’s you in the sunrise,
It’s you in my cup
It’s you all the way into town
It’s your sweet “Hello, dear”
That sets me up
And it’s your “Got to go dear”
That gets me down
It’s you on my pillow
In all of my dreams
Till once more the morning breaks through
What words could be saner
Or truer or plainer
Than it’s you, it’s you, it’s you
Oh yes, it’s you
Shipoopi!
Marcellus: Well, a woman who’ll kiss on the very first date
Is usually a hussy
And a woman who’ll kiss on the second time out
Is anything but fussy
But a woman who’ll wait till the third time around
Head in the clouds – feet on the ground
She’s the girl you’re glad you found
She’s your Shipoopi!
Shipoopi! Shipoopi, Shipoopi
Boys: The girl who’s hard to get!
Marcellus: Shipoopi. Shipoopi, Shipoopi
Girls: But you can win her yet.
Marcellus: Walk her once just to raise the curtain
Then you walk around twice and make for certain
Once more in the flower garden
She will never get sore if you beg her pardon
All: Do re me fa so la si
Do si la sol fa mi re do
Marcellus: Squeeze her once, when she isn’t lookin’
If you get a fqueeze back, that’s fancy cookin’
Once mre for a pepper-upper
She will never get sore on her way to supper
All: Do re me fa sol la si
Do si do
Marcellus: Now little ol’ Sal was a No-Gal
As anyone could see
Lookit her now – she’s a Go-Gal
Who only goes for me
Squeeze her once, when she isn’t lookin’
If you get a fqueeze back, that’s fancy cookin’
Once mre for a pepper-upper
She will never get sore on her way to supper
All: Do re me fa sol la si
Do si do
Marcellus: Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi
Boys: The girl who’s hard to get!
Marcellus: Shipoopi. Shipoopi, Shipoopi
Girls: But you can win her yet.
ALL: Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi
Boys: The girl who’s hard to get!
Marcellus: Shipoopi. Shipoopi, Shipoopi
Girls: But you can win her yet!
SHIPOOPI!
Lida Rose
Quartet
Lida Rose
I’m home again, Rose
To get the sun back in the sky
Lida Rose, I’m home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy
Ding dong ding
I can hear the chapel bell chime
Ding dong ding
At the least suggestion
I’ll pop the question
Lida Rose, I’m home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name
Lida Rose, how everyone knows
That I am hoping you’re the same
So here is my love song
Not fancy or fine
Lida Rose, oh won’t you be….
Mine, Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose,
Oh Lida Rose…
Marian: Dream of now
Dream of then
Dream of a love song
That might have been
Do I love you?
Oh yes, I love you
And I’ll bravely tell you
But only when we dream again
Sweet and low
Sweet and low
How sweet that mem’ry
How long ago
Forever
Oh yes, forever
Will I ever tell you?
Oh no.
Gary, Indiana
Harold
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
Let me say it once again
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
That’s the town that knew me when
If you’d like to have a logical explanation
How I happened on this elegant syncopation
I will say without a moment of hesitation
There is just one place that can light my face
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York or Rome
But Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
My home sweet home!
Til There Was You
Marian
There were bells on the hill,
But I never heard them ringing.
No, I never heard them at all,
Till there was you.
There were birds in the sky,
But I never saw them winging.
No, I never saw them at all,
Till there was you.
And there was music,
And there were wonderful roses
They tell me
In sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew.
There was love all around,
But I never heard it singing.
No, I never heard it at all,
Till there was you.
There was love all around,
But I never heard it singing.
No, I never heard it at all,
Till there was you.