We got a party going on get your hands up We got a party going on get your hands up We got a party going on get your hands up We got a party going on get your hands up
Every wicked minute, I sit here thinkin of you I can't wait to get in it, I'm waitin' for the week to be trough Saturday is the only day I wake up thinkin bout Cuz any other day is just another day no doubt Cuz everytime I think about you thoughts go trough my mind And everybody is working for the weekend Everything is on my mind on saturday night Do knock out all my fellows with their hunneysz by my side The DJ plays a record till it hits the morning light And everythings gonna be OK, Cuz its a saturday Aint thinkin bout Monday or Thuesday or Wednesday Its allright Aint thinkin bout Thursday or Friday cuz tonight its Saturday night
Every wicked hour, I think about just you right by my side And I cant wait much longer, wanna show you how I feel for you tonight Saturday is the only day I wake up thinkin bout Cuz any other day is just another day no doubt Cuz everytime I think about you thoughts go trough my mind And everybody is working for the weekend Everything is on my mind on saturday night Do knock out all my fellows with their hunneysz by my side The DJ plays a record till it hits the morning light And everythings gonna be OK, Cuz its a saturday
Everything is on my mind on saturday night Do knock out all my fellows with their hunneysz by my side The DJ plays a record till it hits the morning light And everythings gonna be OK, Cuz its a saturday Aint thinkin bout Monday or Thuesday or Wednesday Its allright Aint thinkin bout Thursday or Friday cuz tonight its Saturday night
Saturday is the only day I wake up thinkin bout Cuz any other day is just another day no doubt Cuz everytime I think about you thoughts go trough my mind And everybody is wo
(cut from Follies the Musical) (written by Stephen Sondheim - Can That Boy Foxtrot! lyrics)
I know this grocery clerk, Unprepossessing; Some think the boy's a jerk. They have my blessing. But when he starts to move He aims to please, Which only goes to prove That sometimes in a clerk You find a Hercules.
He hasn't much that's plus You might describe him thus ...
A false alarm, A broken arm. An imitation Hitler But with littler charm. But oh, Can that boy foxtrot!
His mouth is mean, He's not too clean, What makes him look reptilian Is the brilliantine. But oh, Can that boy foxtrot.
Who knows what I saw in him? I took a chance. Oh yes ... one more flaw in him. He can't dance.
As dumbbells go, He's rather slow And as for being saintly, Even faintly, no, But who needs Albert Schweitzer When the lights are low, And oh boy, oh boy, Can that boy ... foxtrot!
Right now as I speak of him I hear those drums, And oh the technique of him -- He's all thumbs! His jokes are quaint and fairly faint, He may be full of hokum but I've no complaint; He often is a bore but on the floor he ain't And oh boy oh boy Can that boy ... foxtrot!
(cut from A Little Night Music the Musical) (written by Stephen Sondheim - Bang! Lyrics)
The war commences the enemy awaits In quivering expectancy The poor defenses the penetrable gates How terrible to be a woman
The time is here the game is there The smell of fear like musk, pervades the air The bugle sounding the pistol steady The blood is pounding take aim and ready Bang!
Twenty minutes small talk thirty at the most Bang! Two or three, to pour the schnapps Bang Bang Bang Haif a minute to propose the necessary toast Bang! The tunic opens, bang! The trousers fall, bang! The foe is helpless back against the wall Bang! An hour and a quarter over all, and bang!
Twenty minutes to arrange those idiotic flowers Can she get away with more? Bang! Bang! Bang! Then she's to brush her hair and that could take her hours Bang! A fit of vapors, bang! No, that's too quaint Bang! A wracking cough, and then a graceful faint Bang! A lengthy lecture, bang! On self-restraint Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The battle rages Whatever ground he gains he fortifies remorselessly The foe engages by shifting the terrain How pitiful to be a woman - Attack - Bang! - Retreat - Bang! - Lay back - Bang! - Reform - Bang! Bang - Outflank - Bang! - Deplete - Bang! - Move up and then restore - Bang! Bang!
(cut from Saturday Night the Musical) (written by Stephen Sondheim So Many People lyrics)
I said the man for me must have a castle A man of means he'd be, a man of fame And then I met a man who hadn't any Without a penny to his name
I had to go and fall For so much less than What I had planned from All the magazines I should be good and sore What am I happy for I guess the man means more than the means
So many people in the world And what can they do They'll never know love Like my love for you
So many people laugh At what they don't know But that's their concern If just a few say Half a million or so Could see us They'd learn
So many people in the world Don't know what they've missed They'd never believe Such joy could exist And if they tell us Its a thing without growth They're jealous as they can be
Marry me a little, Love me just enough. Cry, but not too often, Play, but not too rough. Keep a tender distance So we'll both be free. That's the way it ought to be. I'm ready! Marry me a little, Do it with a will. Make a few demands I'm able to fulfill. Want me more than others, Not exclusively. That's the way it ought to be. I'm ready! I'm ready now!
You can be my best friend, I can be your right arm. We'll go through a fight or two-- No harm, no harm. We'll look not too deep, We'll go not too far. We won't have to give up a thing, We'll stay who we are. Right? Okay, then. I'm ready! I'm ready now!
Someone-- Marry me a little, Love me just enough. Warm and sweet and easy, Just the simple stuff. Keep a tender distance So we'll both be free. That's the way it ought to be. I'm ready!
Marry me a little, Body, heart, and soul. Passionate as hell But always in control. Want me first and foremost, Keep me company. That's the way it ought to be. I'm ready! I'm ready now!
Oh, how gently we'll talk, Oh, how softly we'll tread. All the stings, The ugly things We'll keep unsaid. We'll build a cocoon Of love and respect. You promise whatever you like, I'll never collect. Right? Okay, then. I'm ready. I'm ready now. Someone--
(cut from Company the Musical) (written by Stephen Sondheim Happily Ever After lyrics)
Someone to hold you too close Someone to hurt you too deep Someone to love you too hard Happily ever after
Someone to need you too much Someone to read you too well Someone to bleed you of all The things you don't want to tell That's happily ever after, Ever, ever, ever after In hell
Somebody always there Sitting in the chair Where you want to sit Always, always Somebody always there Wanting you to share Just a little bit Always, always
Then see the pretty girls Smiling everywhere From the ads and the TV sets And why should you sweat? What do you get? One day of grateful, For six of regret!
With Someone to hold you too close Someone to hurt you too deep Someone to bore you to death Happily ever after
Someone you have to know well Someone you have to show how Someone you have to allow The things you'd never allow That's happily ever after, Ever, ever, ever after 'Til now
So quick! Get a little car, take a little drive Make a little love, see a little flick Do a little work, take a little walk Watch a little TV And click! Make a little love, do a little work Get a little drunk, You've got one little trip, seventy years Spread it around! Take your pick! Buy a little here, spend a little there Smoke a little pot for a little kick Waste a little time, make a little love Show a little feeling
But why should you try? Why not, sure, feel a little lonely? But fly! Why not fly!
With No one to hold you too close No one to hurt you too deep No one to love you too hard Happily ever after
No one you have to know well No one you have to show how No one you have to allow The things you'd never allow That's happily ever after Ever, ever, ever after For now
Ever, ever, ever after Ever, ever, ever, ever after Ever, ever, ever after
(cut from Anyone Can Whistle the Musical) (written by Stephen Sondheim There Won't Be Trumpets lyrics)
Those smug little men with their smug little schemes They forgot one thing: The play isn't over by a long shot yet! There are heroes in the world, Princes are heroes in the world, And one of them will save us. Wait and see! Wait and see!
There won't be trumpets or bolts of fire To say he's coming. No Roman candles, no angels' choir, No sound of distant drumming. He may not be the cavalier, Tall and graceful, fair and strong. Doesn't matter, just as long as he comes along! But not with trumpets or lightning flashing Or shining armor. He maybe daring, he may be dashing, Or maybe he's a farmer. We can wait, what's another day? He has lots of hills to climb. And a hero Doesn't come till the nick of time! Don't look for trumpets or whistles tooting To guarantee him! There won't be trumpets, but sure as shooting You'll know him when you see him!
Don't know when, don't know where, And I can't even say that I care! All I know is, the minute you turn And he's suddenly there, There won't be trumpets! There are no trumpets! Who needs trumpets?
Marry Me a Little is a musical with lyrics and music by Stephen Sondheim, conceived by Craig Lucas and Norman René. The revue sets songs cut from Sondheim's better-known musicals, as well as songs from his then-unproduced musical Saturday Night, to a dialogue-free plot about the relationship between two lonely New York single people, who are in emotional conflict during an evening in their separate one-room apartments. Despite knowing of the other's existence, they never get up the courage to talk to each other, though they imagine what such an encounter might be like.
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