you turn the music up All de gal ponntin some more Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr. e replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music
To Be WIth You One hour each lonley day? WIll there be no end i need/love you so i want you more than you know when im alone i feel the touch of your
Harold: Gary, Indiana! What a wonderful name, Named for Elbert Gary of judiciary fame. Gary, Indiana, as a Shakespeare would say, Trips along softly
Marian: Goodnight, my someone, Goodnight, my love, Sleep tight, my someone, Sleep tight, my love, Our star is shining it's brightest light For goodnight
be Somebody being in love with me? All I want is a plain man. All I want is a modest man. A quiet man, a gentle man A straightforward and honest man
Townspeople: Oh, there's nothing halfway About the Iowa way to treat you, When we treat you Which we may not do at all. There's an Iowa kind of special
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
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
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
2nd Saleman: He's a music man 1st Salesman: He's a what? 3rd Salesman: He's a what? 2nd Salesman: He's a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids
Harold: No wide-eyed, eager, Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me. That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever-- Listen, boy-- A girl who trades
People: O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street, Oh please let it be for me! O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street, I
busted my what-you-may-call-it I could lie on your floor 'Till my body had turned to carrion....Madam Librarian. Now in the moonlight, a man could sing
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
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
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
Quartet: How can there be any sin in sincere Where is the good in goodbye? Your apprehensions confuse me dear Puzzle and mystify (Mystify) Tell me what
Harold: Seventy-six trombones led the big parade With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand. They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo