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Flower Drum Song
A HUNDRED MILLION MIRACLES
FAN TAN FANNY
THE OTHER GENERATION
I ENJOY BEING A GIRL
I AM GOING TO LIKE IT HERE
CHOP SUEY
YOU BE THE ROCK, I'LL BE THE ROLL GRAND AVENUE
GLIDING THROUGH MY MEMOREE
LOVE, LOOK AWAY
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
SUNDAY
LIKE A GOD
DON'T MARRY ME
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(I don't know the names of the characters and what they sing. If someone knows, could the let me know at canadian354@hotmail.com. Thanks.)
A HUNDRED MILLION MIRACLES
My father says that children keep growing,
Rivers keep flowing too.
My father says he doesn't know why,
But somehow or other they do. --
They do!
Some how or other they do.--
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,
And those who say they don't agree
Are those who do not hear or see.
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day, --
Miracle of changing weather:--
When a dark blue curtain is pinned by the stars,
Pinned by the stars to the sky,
Ev'ry flow'r and tree is a treat to see,
The air is very clean and dry.
Then a wind comes blowing the pins all away,
Night is confused and upset!
The sky falls down like a clumsy clown,
The flowers and the trees get wet.--
Very wet!--
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,
And when the wind shall turn his face,
The pins are put right back in place!
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!
In ev'ry single minute so much is going on,
Along the Yangtse Kiang or the Tiber or the Don.
A hundred million miracles!
A swallow in Tasmania is sitting on her eggs,
And suddenly those eggs have wings and eyes and beaks and legs!
A hundred million miracles!
A little girl in Chungking, just thirty inches tall,
Decides that she will try to walk and nearly doesn't fall!
A hundred million miracles!
A hundred million miracles, a hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!
My father says the sun will keep rising over the eastern hill.
My father says he doesn't know why but somehow or other it will. --
It will! somehow or other it will.--
(Reprise) --
Miracle of making music:--
When an idle poet puts words on a page,
Writes on a page with his brush,
A musical friend writes the notes to blend
Suggested by an idle thrush.
Then a young soprano reads what they wrote,
Learns every note, every word,
Puts all they wrote in her lovely throat,
And suddenly a song is heard! --
Very pretty!--
A hundred million miracles, a hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!
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FAN TAN FANNY
Fan Tan Fanny was leaving her man,
Fan Tan Fanny kept waving her fan,
Said "Goodbye, Danny, you two-timing Dan,
Some other man loves your little Fanny,
Bye Bye!"
In the ice box, you'll find in a can
Some leftovers of Moo Goo Gai Pan.
Fan Tan Fanny has found a new guy.
His name is Manny,
He's good for Fanny,
So goodbye Danny,
Goodbye!
Bye bye! Bye bye! Bye bye!
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THE OTHER GENERATION
What are we going to do about
The Other Generation?
How will ever communicate
Without communication?
You can't account for what they'll say or do.
And what peculiar thoughts they think
They never reveal to you.
A very discouraging problem is
The Other Generation.
They want to lead a life that's all their own.
Perhaps we ought to let them,
Forsake them and forget them!
But then we'd only find ourselves alone.--
With one another!--
I don't believe we'd like to be alone!
What are we going to do about
The Other Generation?
They never take the blame for one mistake.--
Oh no!--
Their parents are responsible
For ev'ry mistake they make!
A very discouraging problem is
The Other Generation.
And soon there'll be another one as well!
And when our out of hand sons
Are bringing up our grandsons,
I hope our grandsons give their fathers hell!--
Can't wait to see it!--
I hope our grandsons give their fathers hell!
(Reprise)
Well, the more I see of grownups
The less I want to grow.
The more I see what they have learned
The less I want to know.
And yet we've got to all grow up,
There's no place else to go.
I wonder why we're all so poor
And they've got all the dough!
What are we going to do about
The Other Generation?
How will ever communicate
Without communication?
When we are using words the modern way,
They're much too big to try to dig
The colorful things we say.
If we could take over the training of
The Other Generation,
We know we could improve them quite a lot.
But they will never let us.
They stay the way they met us,
And so we're simply stuck with what we've got.--
You can't improve them.--
The kids are simply stuck with what they've got.
What are we going to do about
The Other Generation?
How are we going to stop them when
They start an explanation
Of "What is used to mean to be a kid!"
The clean and wholesome fun they had,
The innocent things they did!
They all had a wonderful childhood in
The Other Generation.
The games they played were bright and gay and loud.
They used to shout "Red Rover, Red Rover please come over!"
They must have been an awful droopy crowd when they were younger.
They must have been an awful droopy crowd.
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I ENJOY BEING A GIRL
I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind of swivelly and swervy.
I adore being dressed in something frilly
When my date comes to get me at my place.
Out I go with my Joe or John or Billy,
Like a filly who is ready for the race!
When I have a brand new hairdo
With my eyelashes all in curl,
I float as the clouds on air do,
I enjoy being a girl!
When men say I'm cute and funny
And my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,
I just lap it up like honey I enjoy being a girl!
I flip when a fellow sends me flowers,
I drool over dresses made of lace,
I talk on the telephone for hours
With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.
When men say I'm sweet as candy
As around in a dance we whirl,
It goes to my head like brandy,
I enjoy being a girl!
When someone with eyes that smoulder
Says he loves ev'ry silken curl
That falls on my iv'ry shoulder, I enjoy being a girl!
When I hear the compliment'ry whistle
That greets my bikini by the sea,
I turn and I glower and I bristle,
But I happy to know the whistle's meant for me!
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.
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I AM GOING TO LIKE IT HERE
I'm going to like it here.
There is something about the place,
An encouraging atmosphere,
Like a smile on a friendly face.
There is something about the place,
So caressing and warm it is.
Like a smile on a friendly face,
Like a port in a storm it is.
So caressing and warm it is.
All the people are so sincere.
Like a port in a storm it is.
I am going to like here.
All the people are so sincere.
There's especially one I like.
I am going to like here.
It's the father's first son I like.
There's especially one I like.
There is something about his face.
It's the father's first son I like.
He's the reason I love the place.
There is something about his face.
I would follow him anywhere.
If he goes to another place,
I am going to like it there.
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CHOP SUEY
Chop suey, chop suey!
Living here is very much like chop suey.
Hula hoops and nuclear war,
Doctor Salk and Zsa Zsa Gabor, Bobby Darin, Sandra Dee, and Dewey,
Chop suey, --Chop suey!--
Stars are drifting overhead,
Birds and worms have gone to bed.
Men work late in laboratories,
Others read detective stories.
Some are roaming 'round the country,
Others sit beneath just one tree.
Tonight on TV's Late, Late Show
You can look at Clara Bow! --
Who?--
Chop suey, chop suey!
Good and bad, intelligent, mad, and screwy.
Violins and trumpets and drums,
Take it all the way that it comes,
Sad and funny, sour and honey dewy,
Chop suey!
Ballpoint pens and filter tips,
Lipsticks and potato chips.
In the dampest kind of heat wave
You can give your hair a neat wave.
Hear that lovely La Paloma,
Lullaby by Perry Como.
Dreaming in my Maid'nform bra,
Dreamed I danced the Cha-Cha-Cha.
Chop suey, chop suey!
Mixed with all the hokum and bally hooey.
Something real and glowing grand.
Sheds a light all over the land.
Boston, Austin, Wichita, and St. Louey,
Chop suey. Chop suey, chop suey! Chop suey, chop suey!
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YOU BE THE ROCK, I'LL BE THE ROLL
You be the rock, I'll be the roll.
You be the soup, I'll be the bowl.
You be the furnace, I'll be the coal.
Rock, rock, rock! Roll, roll, roll!
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GRANT AVENUE
A western street with eastern manners,
Tall pagodas and golden banners
Throw their shadows through the lantern glow.
You can shop for precious jade or teakwood tables or silk brocade
Or see a bold and brassy night club show,
On the most exciting thoroughfare I know.
We call it Grant Avenue, San Francisco, California, U.S.A.
Looks down from Chinatown
Over a foggy bay.
You travel there in a trolley,
In a trolley up you climb,
Dong! Dong!
You're in Hong Kong,
Having yourself a time.
You can eat, if you are in the mood,
Shark-fin soup, bean cake fish.
The girl who serves you all your food
Is another tasty dish!
You know you
Can't have a new way of living
Till you're living all the way
On Grant Avenue. --
Where is that?--
San Francisco,
That's where's that!
California U.S.A.
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GLIDING THROUGH MY MEMOREE
I am a vagabond sailor,
All my friends call me "sport."
I am a fellow for action,
Any storm in a port.
(Any storm in a port, ha?... Back to the laundry!)
Now that I'm home and I'm resting
Home from over the sea,
All of the girls who adored me
Go gliding through my memoree.
A sweet colleen from Ireland,
Her hair was fiery red,
Her eyes gave out a green light
That said I could go ahead.
(Say somehing in Irish. -- Elin go Blah.)
I met a girl in Sweden
Of whom I grew quite fond,
A stately Scandinavian type,
A buxom, blue-eyed blonde.
And then in merry England,
A girl who worshipped me,
Gliding through me memoree;
That's how I see them,
Gliding through me memoree!
In sunny Barcelona,
A dancing chick I picked.
Her castanets were clicking
Like nothing ever clicked.
(--Ole!-- You can say that again!)
A very friendly ma'mselle,
In oo-la-la Paree,
She was a girl who couldn't say
Anything but --Oui!--
'Twas fun to cast an anchor
In lovely Casablanc-er.
I loved a Grecian doll and
Another doll in Holland,
But of all the girls in ev'ry hemisphere
There is no one like the girl have right here.
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LOVE, LOOK AWAY
I have wished before, I will wish no more.
Love, look away!
Love, look away from me.
Fly, when you pass my door,
Fly and get lost at sea.
Call it a day.
Love, let us say we're through.
No good are you for me,
No good am I for you.
Wanting you so, I try too much.
After you go, I cry too much.
Love, look away.
Lonely though I may be,
Leave me and set me free,
Look away, look away, look away... from... me.
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YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
Along the Hwang Ho Valley where young men walk and dream,
A flower boat with singing girls came drifting down the stream.
I saw the face of only one come drifting down the stream.
You are beautiful, small and shy.
You are the girl whose eyes met mine
Just as your boat sailed by.
This I know of you, nothing more,
You are the girl whose eyes met mine
Passing the river shore.
You are the girl whose laugh I heard,
Silver and soft and bright;
Soft as the fall of lotus leaves
Brushing the air of night.
While your flower boat sailed away,
Gently your eyes looked back on mine,
Clearly you heard me say, "You are the girl I will love some day."
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SUNDAY
Now that we're going to be married,
I keep imagining things,
Things that can happen to people,
When they are wearing gold rings:
Being together each morning,
Sharing our coffee and toast.
That's only one of the pictures.
Here's what I picture most.
Sunday, sweet Sunday,
With nothing to do,
Lazy and lovely,
My one day with you.
Hazy and happy,
We'll drift through the day,
Dreaming the hours away.
While all the funny papers lie or fly around the place
I will try my kisses on your funny face.
Dozing, then waking,
On Sunday you'll see...
On...ly... me!
Sunday, sweet Sunday,
On Sunday you'll see...
On...ly... me!
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LIKE A GOD
Am I the man that you love?
If that is true I am more,
Something beyond and above
The man that I was before.
Like a god, with my head above the trees,
I can walk with a god-like stride.
With a step I can clear the seven seas,
When I know you are by my side.
Like a god, with a mountain in my hand
And my arm thrown around the sky.
All the world can be mine at my command
When you're near and I hear you sigh.
When you're near and I hear you sigh,
There is no sweeter song I know
With a heart full of hope I fly
Higher I go! Stronger I grow!
Like a god, I can tear away the mist
From the sky if you want it blue.
In the wake of the mist, like a goddess you'll be kissed
By a god in love with you.
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DON'T MARRY ME
You are young and beautiful,
Sweet as the breath of May.
Earnestly I speak to you.
Weigh ev'ry word I say.
If you want to have a rosy future
And be happy as a honey bee,
With a husband who will always love you,
Baby,
Don't marry me.
If you want a man you can depend on,
I can absolutely guarantee
I will never fail to disappoint you,
Baby,
Don't marry me.
I eat litchie nuts and cookies in bed
And I fill the bed with nutshells and crumbs.
I have irritating habits you'll dread,
Like the way I have of cracking my thumbs.
My grandpa was a big game hunter,
He met grandma swinging on a tree.
If you want to have attactive children,
Baby,
Don't marry me. --
I would like to see my sons and daughters
Sliding up and down their father's knee.--
They'll get splinters in their little fannies,
Cookie,
Don't marry me.
I'm devoted to my dear old Mama,
And if you and Mama disagree,
I would always side with her against you,
Schnookie,
Don't marry me. --
I would always like to know where you go.
I don't like a man to keep me in doubt.--
Honey that's a thing that's easy to know,
You will always know where I am,
I'm out!
I am talking like a Chinese uncle.
I'm as serious as I can be.
I am saying this because I love you,
Darling,
Don't marry me!