Doa Daa Day
Day
Mornin' sun kisses the windows...
kisses the walls, kisses the windows...
...kisses the walls
of the little white house.
Kisses the door-knob, kisses the roof...
...Kisses the door-knob
and pretty red roof...
...of the little white house
in Scarsdale.
Friendly sun opens the eyelids,
opens the eyes,
opens the eyelids, opens the eyes
of the husband and wife.
Kindles their faces,
kindles their love,
kindles their faces,
with greetings of love.
In the little white house
in Wellesley Hills.
Suburbia!
Suburbia!
Our little spot, out of the hub-bub.
Less than an hour by train.
Suburbia!
Suburbia!
Sweet in the Spring,
healthful in winter.
Saves us the bother
of summers in Maine.
Mornin' sun...
...kisses the driveway, kisses the lawn.
Kisses the flagstones
on the front lawn
of the little white house.
Kisses the paper at the front door,
kisses the roses
around the front door.
Of the little white house
in Ozone Park.
Little white house,
the little white house.
Ratty boo.
Sofa so far so.
Automobee...
...Ought to be Moby.
Sofa so far.
Ever over debout
Ever tin over.
Skid a lit day.
Skid a lit Ada A barbanel.
Who but Abarbanel buys a visa.
Ratty boo.
Sofa so far so.
Automobee.
Ought to be Moby.
Sofa so far.
Ever over debout.
Ever tin over.
Skid a lit day.
Skid a lit Ada A barbanel.
Who but Abarbanel buys a visa vis...
Suburbia!
Suburbia, parks for the kids...
...Neighbourly butchers.
Less than an hour by train!
That mornin' sun says a good mornin' !
Have a good day, have a good mornin' !
Have a good day in the city today !
Joy to your labours until you return.
Joy to your labours until you return.
To the little white house,
to the little white house,
to the little white house,
to the little white house
in Highland Park.
The little white house,
the little white house
in Shaker Heights.
The little white house
In Michigan Falls.
The little white house
in Beverly Hills.
The little white house.
The little white house.
Skid a lit day, skid a lit day.
Ratty boo.
How could you say
that thing that you did?
What is it this time?
In front of the kid.
You were the first to go up in smoke.
Always it's my fault!
I just meant a joke.
Pass me the toast!
You might have said please.
Please understand,
I don't mean to fight.
Why do you start then?
It's simply not right...
Righteous old Sam!
So quick to accuse.
Here we are fighting!
The language you use!
This coffee is burned.
Make it yourself!
Ev'ry morning
it's the same old thing,
lovely way to start the day!
There are things
that have to be discussed...
There certainly are!
Everyone knows
that you and Miss Brown-
You mean my secretar-?
The talk of the town!
Me and Miss Brown!
That homely old bird?
Still young enough to ma-
It's simply absurd!
Still young enough!
The subject is closed.
Oh!! I'm sick of this life!
Day after day
of the same humiliation!
Day after day with no consideration!
Of what it means to be a woman!
A woman needs so little,
a little feeling of warmth.
A little feeling of home.
Try, Dinah, try to be kind.
Try, Sam, oh try to be kind.
Help me to free you again.
Help me to love you again.
Break down this wall we have made.
Break down these bars we have made.
Try, let us try to be kind.
Mornin' sun, says a good mornin'
Have a good day, have a good mornin'
Have a good day in the city.
Darling, you know
it's Junior's big day?
Is it his birthday?
Oh no, it's the play!
Oh, I forgot, that awful school show!
Junior's the hero.
What time do we go?
At four on the dot.
Fine, I'll be there.
Sorry, I can't. I'm due at the gym.
Sam, but we promised!
Oh, what's it to him?
Everything Sam, you really must try-
Dinah, I'm sorry.
He's wearing your tie.
I'm due at the gym!
To hell with the gym!
Don't you see, today's a special day?
Handball tournament and all.
No, I don't see
why it's so important.
Important to me!
If I win today, I win the gold cup!
Isn't that dandy!
The tournament cup!
You and your cup! Your ego is wild!
Well, it's important!
But think of your child!
Oh, Junior's alright
Handball indeed!
You lead your life,
and lead me to mine!
Oh, but you're selfish!
And we'll get on fine!
You have a child,
and he should come first!
Can't you stop nagging!
I'm ready to burst!
Oh! This can't be the way!
Why can't we once
have a friendly conversation?
Must we descend
to this vulgar demonstration?
Once and for all,
let's stop this brawling!
Tonight we'll talk it over.
Relaxed and candid and free.
As grown-up people should be.
Oh, by the way, my money's run low.
Oh, not again now!
My doctor, you know.
Doctor, my foot! An out and out fake!
He's a great analyst.
The money they make.
You ought to go, too.
I'm late for my train.
(PHONE RINGS)
Yes?
Oh, Mr Partridge!
I'm perfectly fine, thank you.
She's well.
Yes, exactly what I want
to speak to you about.
With things as they are, I cannot see
how you could ask me again.
Now, Mr Partridge...
Yes, I know all that.
You've already said that.
Ah, but that's just why...
I have to refuse you!
No, no.
Yes, I was sure you would finally
see it my way.
No trouble at all.
Goodbye.
Oh, Sam, you're a genius,
you marvellous man!
Oh, Sam, you're a genius,
you marvel of a man!
When it comes to the dollar,
no one touches marvellous Sam!
(PHONE RINGS)
Yes?
Oh, Bill, good morning.
I couldn't be better, Bill.
She's well.
Yes, the check is all ready
and signed and waiting.
Now, don't be a child,
you know it's a pleasure
to do it for you.
Is it sufficient?
Don't be silly, man!
Of course I can spare it!
You'll return it
whenever you want to.
Sure.
'Bye.
Hey, don't forget to show up
for the handball finals.
At four on the dot.
So long.
Oh, Sam, you're an angel,
you big-hearted man!
Oh, Sam, you're an angel,
you golden-hearted man!
When it comes to the giving,
no one touches big-hearted Sam!
I was standing in a garden,
a garden gone to seed.
Choked with every kind of weed.
There were twisted trees around me.
All black against the sky,
black and bare and dead and dry.
My father called,
"Come out of this place!"
I wanted to go, but there was no way,
no sign, no path, to show me the way.
Then another voice was calling,
it barely could be heard.
I remember every word.
"There is a garden,
come with me, come with me.
A shining garden,
come and see, come and see.
There love will teach us
armony and grace,
harmony and grace.
Then love will lead us
to a quiet place."
Then I rang to find the singer.
I longed to see his face.
He could free me from this place.
Every step I took was terror,
the ground beneath me burned,
stones were everywhere I turned.
And worst of all,
there was the noise.
Angry shouts, furious cries,
and a roar
like the roar of millions of flies!
Through it all his voice was calling.
But now it seemed quite near.
Soft and warm and strong and clear:
"There is a garden,
come with me..."
Miss Brown?
"Come with me."
Will you come in, please?
Uh, won't you sit down, please?
Right there.
No, it's only a question
that I want answered.
Now tell me the truth,
have I ever made any passes at you?
Answer the question!
I'd forgotten that!
Well...
Well, it wasn't much more
than an accident.
Was it?
Miss Brown,
Simply forget that the incident
ever happened!
The letters can wait.
That's all.
Then desire took hold inside me,
to touch his saving hand,
just to touch his tender hand
and I knew what he would look like.
So handsome, so serene,
just my age, just seventeen.
I saw him then, I saw his face,
I ran to him,
he vanished like smoke.
I reached, I called and I awoke.
"There love will teach us,
harmony and grace,
harmony and grace.
Then love will lead us
to a quiet place, to a quiet place."
Well, of all people !
I'm on my way to lunch with Susie.
And I've got a date with old AJ.
Same old business lunch.
Too bad we can't have lunch togeth-
I must run, I'm late already.
See you tonight.
See you tonight.
Why ?
Why ?
Why did I have to lie?
Did I have to lie?
To avoid another hour together?
Is it better
to sit alone in a crowded restaurant
and catch up
on last week's magazines?
Is it better to sit alone...
What do we need
to make us friends again?
We're not so very far apart.
We like the same movies,
the same parties.
We have our little house.
We have our child.
We have our little child.
What makes this emptiness?
Tell me when these silences began?
Why ?
Why ?
Why did I have to lie?
Why did I have to lie?
Long ago, long ago.
You were all strength and life
and joy to me.
Long ago,
all magic.
Long ago,
all music.
You were all strength
and life and joy to me.
You were my charm
and all delight to me.
You were my charm,
my heart and mind, you were my love.
The sun at night to me.
You made me kind.
That was then.
That was then.
Years have gone.
Nearly ten, and what has happened
to dull the mystery?
Years have gone.
And where is
our garden with a quiet place?
Why can't we try
to find the way again?
Why can't we try...
To peace and life?
Why can't we find the way,
the way to life again?
Can't we find the way
back to the garden
where we began?
(APPLAUSE)
Skid a lit day, skid a lit day.
Lovely day!
Lovely life, happily married,
sweet little son.
Family picture, second to none.
It's a wonderful life.
Up-to-date kitchen, washing machine.
Colourful bathrooms and Life magazine.
And a little white house
in Brookline!
Lovely life.
Sheraton sofa.
Chippendale chair.
Hepplewhite table.
Bone chinaware.
It's a wonderful life!
Real solid silver, wine in the soup.
Two door sedan and convertible coupe.
And a little white house
in Elkins Park.
Suburbia!
Suburbia!
Six days of work, fun every Sunday.
Golf with the neighbours next door.
Suburbia!
Suburbia!
Vitamin B.
Chlorophyll toothpaste.
Who should ask heaven
for anything more?
Lovely life,
oodles of culture over TV,
book of the month club,
musical tea.
It's a wonderful life!
Happily married,
sweet little son,
family picture, second to none.
In the little white house,
in the little white house,
in the little white house.
In Bloomfield Hills.
Little white house
in Berkeley Heights.
Little white house
in Delaware Pines.
Little white house
in Beverly Hills.
Little white house.
There's a law,
there's a law about men.
There are men who can make it,
and men who cannot.
There are fish who go swimming
and fish who wind up in the pot!
There are men who will study
the books 'til Judgement Day.
And examine the techniques
of winners galore.
There are men who will practice
the rules religiously.
Every day they'll improve
just a tiny bit more.
And they'll put all their soul
behind it.
All their ego, power, drive and will
and desire behind it.
And they'll throw themselves in!
But they never will win,
they never will win.
They never, never, never,
never will win!
There's a law.
There's a law about men.
There are men who are flabby
and men who are thin.
There are fish who are fattish,
and fish who are trim in the fin.
There are men
who will sweat out their days
in cabinets
and be pummelled and badgered
and beaten and rolled.
There are men,
who will sweat out their nights
in Turkish baths.
They'll buy every reducing machine
that is sold.
And they'll live for a week on lemons.
And another week on grass and water
and crackers and lemons,
and lay off of the gin.
But they'll never be thin,
they'll never be thin.
They'll never, never, never,
never be thin!
(WHISTLES THE MELODY)
The winner!
The winner is born a winner!
He never will have to worry
about his dinner!
He never will have to think
about getting thinner!
'Cause he's a winner,
a Nature Boy, a hero.
A hero in a story,
a story with a wonderful sequel
Men are created unequal!
There are men
that whatever they touch
will turn to gold.
And their every decision
will always be right.
There are men
that can handle the work of seven men
and still manage to sleep
seven hours a night.
You can throw all your weight
against them.
All your fire, snow and hail
and darkest disaster against them,
they'll respond with a grin
For they will always win,
they always will win.
They always, always, always,
always will win!
(APPLAUSE)
What a movie!
What a terrible awful movie!
It's a crime
what they put on the screen!
I can hardly believe what I've seen!
Do they think
we're a lot of children?
It would bore any four-year-old!
What drivel! What nonsense!
What escapist, Technicolour twaddle!
"Trouble in Tahiti", indeed!
"Trouble in Tahiti", imagine!
There she is
in her inch or two of sarong
floating, floating
Floating,
all among the floating flowers.
Then she sees him,
the handsome American.
I must say he's really a man.
Six feet tall
and each foot just incredible!
Well, they're madly in love,
but there's trouble ahead.
There's a legend:
"If a princess marry white man,
and rain fall that day,
then the white man
shall be sacrifice without delay!"
Sure enough,
on the night of their wedding day,
there's a storm like nothing on earth:
tidal waves
and siroccos and hurricanes.
And to top it all off,
the volcano erupts.
As the natives sing "Ahhhhhh
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Olé!"
They go crazy
with the drumming and the chanting
and ritual dance
while the lovers sing a ballad
of South Sea romance.
It's so lovely,
I wish I could think of it:
Da da dee, da da dee, da da dee da da
It was called "Island Magic"!
I think it was, oh a beautiful song!
I remember it now.
Island Magic...
where the midnight breezes caress us
and the stars above seem to bless us
that's Island Magic, Island Magic.
Well, in any case,
the hero is tied to a tree.
Did I tell you he's a flyer
who got lost at sea?
Anyway, all the natives are crazy now,
running wild with lances and knives.
Then they pile up the wood
for the sacrifice.
And the witch doctor comes.
and he sets it on fire.
As the natives sing "Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhh!
Olé!"
But at this point
comes the good old US Navy.
A-singin' a song.
They come swarming down in parachutes
a thousand strong!
Everything now
is cleared up and wonderful.
Everyone is happy as pie
and they all do
a great Rhumba version
of Island Magic of course.
It's a dazzling sight
with the sleek brown native women
dancing with the US Navy boys
and a hundred-piece
symphony orchestra.
Island Magic!
Where the palm trees whisper together
and it's always midsummer weather.
That's Island Magic,
Island Magic.
With the one I love very near,
Island Magic,
whispering native words in my ear
Island Magic, Island Magic
only you, my darling, could weave it
and I never ever will leave it
and I simply cannot believe
it really is mine.
It really is mine!
Island Magic
Island Magic
Island Ma-
What a terrible awful movie!!
How long have I been standing here
chattering?
If I don't get going this minute,
there won't be any dinner
When Sam comes home!
(APPLAUSE)
There's a law
that a man has to pay
for what he gets.
And that even the winner
must pay through the nose.
For there always arrives the moment
that the payments begin
and I have to go in, I have to go in.
I have to, have to, have to go in.
Evenin' shadows
are spreadin' softly
in Wellesley Hills.
Bringing the loved ones together
safe by the warmth of the firelight.
The odour of cooking,
mingles,
mingles with evenin' pleasures.
And evenin' shadows
In Ozone Park!
Isn't it time that we had a talk?
About what, dear?
A talk about us.
Certainly, Sam, I'm ready to hear...
Open and candid.
Whatever you say.
Where to begin?
That's up to you.
Telling of intimate matters.
Telling all those little things.
That are only meant for sharing,
smiling,
confiding, loving
in Highland Park.
Well then, let's talk,
I'm waiting to hear.
Oh, it's impossible.
But you said you want-
How can we talk when you interrupt?
Who's interrupting?
You never shut up!
What have I said?
Oh, it's no use!
Bringing the loved ones together.
Safe by the warmth of the firelight.
The odour of cooking,
mingles, mingles
with the....
Oh, by the way
the carpenter came
to finish the frame.
Ought to look pretty
I thought maybe...green?
Telling of intimate matters.
Telling all those little things.
That are only meant for-
What did you say?
It doesn't matter.
Um, how was Junior's play?
I didn't go.
Look, Dinah,
maybe we ought to go out
somewhere tonight, huh?
A movie or a...
We went last night.
But there's a different one tonight.
Just opened. That new musical.
Something about Tahiti...
How about it?
Sure, why not?
Anything.
I'll get my hat.
Sharing, smiling,
confiding, loving
in Shaker Heights.
Is there a day, or a night
waiting in time somewhere?
Is there a day or a night
waiting in time somewhere?
A night without despair,
one day, one night of quietness.
Quiet, oh, the quiet.
The quiet, the quiet,
the quiet, the heavenly quiet!
Evenin' pleasures
Aad evenin' shadows
in Elkins Park.
One day, not for the bright winning.
One night
free of the bright falsehood.
One day without the dark dollar.
Without the dark dreaming.
Without the screaming silence.
Without the silent screaming.
One day!
One night!
Maybe there's time to go back.
And take your hand again?
Maybe there's time to go back...
And look inside again.
And take your hand again?
And face your face again.
Look there and find the answer there.
Maybe.
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know any more
I don't know.
Meanwhile, there is the other magic.
The bought-and-paid-for magic.
Waiting
on a super
silver
screen.
Island Magic.
(APPLAUSE)
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