My Fair Lady

Music by Frederick Loewe

Book and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner

03) Wouldn't It Be Loverly?

08) The Servants' Chorus

09) The Rain in Spain

22) Get Me to the Church on Time

26) I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

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03) Wouldn't It Be Loverly [ MIDI ]

DURATION:  4:44
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ELIZA
Aooow!
Aooow!
Aooow!

FIRST COCKNEY
Shouldn't you stand up, gentlemen? We've got a bloomin' heiress in our midst.

SECOND COCKNEY
Would you be lookin' for a good butler, Eliza?

ELIZA
You wouldn't do.

SECOND COCKNEY
It's rather dull in town; I think I'll take me to Paree.
Mmm

THIRD COCKNEY
The missus wants to open up the castle in Capri.
Mmm

FIRST COCKNEY
Me doctor recommends a quiet summer by the sea.

FOUR COCKNEYS
Mmm,
Mmm,
Wouldn't it be loverly?

THIRD COCKNEY
Where're ya bound this spring, Eliza-- Biarritz?

ELIZA
All I want is a room somewhere;
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair; oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lot's of choc'late for me to eat;
Lots of coal makin' lots of heat;
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet, oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still!
I would never budge 'til Spring crept over me windersill.

Someone's head restin' on my knee;
warm and tender as he can be,
Who takes good care of me; oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Loverly!
Loverly!
Loverly!
Loverly!

FOUR COCKNEYS
All I want is a room somewhere; (Ah,)
Far away from the cold night air. (Ah,)
With one enormous chair;

ELIZA
oh, wouldn't it be loverly? (Ah,)

ELIZA & COCKNEYS
Lot's of choc'late for me to eat;
Lots of coal makin' lots of heat;
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet,

ELIZA
oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

ONE COCKNEY
Ah,

ELIZA (ONE COCKNEY)
Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still! (Ah Ah)
I would never budge 'til Spring crept over me windersill. (Over me winder,)

FOUR COCKNEYS
Someone's head restin' on my knee; (Ah,)
Warm and tender as he can be, (Ah,)

ELIZA & COCKNEYS
Who takes good care of me;

ELIZA
oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

COCKNEYS
Loverly! (Ah,)

ELIZA
Loverly!

COCKNEYS
Loverly! (Ah,)

[ The men whistle as the sweepers dance. ]

ELIZA
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

COCKNEYS
Loverly! (Ah,)

ELIZA
Loverly!

COCKNEYS
Loverly! (Ah,)

ELIZA
Loverly!

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08) The Servants' Chorus [ MIDI ]

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SIX SERVANTS
Poor Professor Higgins!
Poor Professor Higgins!
Night and day he slaves away!
Oh, poor Professor Higgins.

All day long on his feet;
Up and down until he's numb.
Doesn't rest;
Doesn't eat,
Doesn't touch a crumb. (Ah,)

HIGGINS
Kind of you, kind of you.
How kind of you to let me come.

[ Dialogue continues. ]

HIGGINS
Oh, it won't go to waste. I know someone who's immensely fond of strawberry tarts.

ELIZA
Aaaoooowww!

SIX SERVANTS
Poor Professor Higgins!
Poor Professor Higgins!
On he plods, against all odds;
Oh, poor Professor Higgins!

Nine P. M.,
Ten P. M.,
On through midnight ev'ry night.
One A. M.,
Two A. M.,
Three...

HIGGINS
Four,
Five,
Six marbles.

[ Dialogue continues. ]

HIGGINS
...What's the matter? Why did you stop?

ELIZA
I swallowed one.

HIGGINS
Oh, don't worry. I have plenty more. Open your mouth... One, two, three, four...

SIX SERVANTS
Quit, Professor Higgins!
Quit, Professor Higgins!
Hear our plea, or payday we will quit,
Professor Higgins!

"Ay," not "I;"
"O," not "Ow;"
Pounding, pounding in our brain.
"Ay," not "I;"
"O," not "Ow;"
Don't say "Rine" say "Rain"... (Ah!)

HIGGINS
...The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

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09) The Rain in Spain [ MIDI ]

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ELIZA
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

HIGGINS
I think she's got it! I think she's got it!

ELIZA
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

HIGGINS
By George, she got it! By George, she's got it!

Now, once again, where does it rain?

ELIZA
On the plain!
On the plain!

HIGGINS
And where's that soggy plain?

ELIZA
In Spain!
In Spain!

ELIZA, HIGGINS & PICKERING
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

HIGGINS
In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire?

ELIZA
Hurricanes hardly happen.

How kind of you to let me come.

HIGGINS
Now, once again, where does it rain

ELIZA
On the plain!
On the plain!

HIGGINS
And where's that blasted plain?

ELIZA
In Spain!
In Spain!

ELIZA, HIGGINS & PICKERING
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

Ole!

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22) Get Me to the Church on Time [ MIDI ]

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DOOLITTLE
How much time do I have left?

BOYS
There's just a few more hours;
That's all the time you've got.
A few more hours
Before they tie the knot.

DOOLITTLE
There are drinks and girls all over London, and I have to track 'em down in just a few more hours.

I'm gettin' married in the mornin'!
Ding, dong! the bells are gonna chime!
Pull out the stopper,
Let's have a whopper;
But get me to the church on time!

I gotta be there in the mornin',
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.
Girls, come and kiss me,
Show how you'll miss me,
But get me to the church on time!

If I am dancin',
Roll up the floor.
If I am whistlin',
Whewt me out the door!

For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'.
Ding, dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Kick up a rumpus,
But don't lose the compass;
And get me to the church,
Get me to the church,
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!

DOOLITTLE & CHORUS
I'm gettin' married in the mornin'!
Ding, dong! the bells are gonna chime!

DOOLITTLE
Drug me or jail me,
Stamp me and mail me.

DOOLITTLE & CHORUS
But get me to the church on time.

I gotta be there in the mornin',
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.

DOOLITTLE
Some bloke who's able
Lift up the table.

DOOLITTLE & CHORUS
And get me to the church on time.

If I am flyin', then shoot me down. (Ah,)

DOOLITTLE
If I am wooin',
Get her out of town!

DOOLITTLE & CHORUS
For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'!
Ding, dong! the bells are gonna chime!

DOOLITTLE
Feather and tar me;
Call out the Army;
But get me to the church,

CHORUS
Get me to the church,

DOOLITTLE
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!

HARRY (CHORUS)
Starlight is reelin' home to bed now. (Hmm, Hmm,)
Mornin' is smearin' up the sky. (Hmm, Hmm,)
London is wakin',
Daylight is breakin';
Good luck, old chum.
Good health, goodbye.

DOOLITTLE (CHORUS)
I'm gettin' married in the mornin'.
Ding, dong! the bells are gonna chime! (Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,)
Hail and salute me,
Then haul off and boot me.
And get me to the church, get me to the church,
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time.

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26) I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face [ MIDI ]

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HIGGINS
Damn!
Damn!
Damn!
Damn!

I've grown accustomed to her face!

She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs

Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again and yet

I've grown accustomed to her looks;
Accustomed to her voice:
Accustomed to her face.

Marry Freddy! What an infantile idea! What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret it. It's doomed before they even take the vow!

I can see her now:
Missus Freddy Eynsford-Hill,
In a wretched little flat above a store.

I can see her now:
Not a penny in the till,
And a bill collector beating at the door.

She'll try to teach the things I taught her,
And end up selling flow'rs instead;

Begging for her bread and water,
While her husband has his breakfast in bed!

In a year or so,
when she's prematurely gray,
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk,

She'll come home, and lo!
He'll have upped and run away,
With a social-climbing heiress from New York!

Poor Eliza!
How simply frightful!
How humiliating!
How delightful!

How poignant it will be on that inevitable night when she hammers on my door in tears and rags. Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite. Will I let her in or hurl her to the wolves? Give her kindness, or the treatment she deserves? Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?

I'm a most forgiving man,
The sort who never could, ever would
Take a position and staunchly never budge.
Just a most forgiving man.
But I shall never take her back!
If she were crawling on her knees!

Let her promise to atone!
Let her shiver,
Let her moan!
I will slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!

Marry Freddy! Ha!

But I'm so used to hear her say
"Good morning" ev'ry day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,

Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break and yet,

I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

ELIZA (recorded voice)
I want to be a lady in a flower shop instead of sellin' flowers at the corner of Tottenham Court Road. But they won't take me unless I talk more genteel. He said he could teach me. Well here I am ready to pay... not askin' any favor and he treats me as if I were dirt. I know what lessons cost, and I'm ready to pay.

HIGGINS (recorded voice)
It's almost irresistible. She's so deliciously low, so horribly dirty.

ELIZA
I washed my face and hands before I came, I did.

HIGGINS
Eliza? Where the devil are my slippers?

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