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stephen sondheim - the day off lyrics

[george]
if the head was smaller…
if the tail were longer…
if he faced the water…
if the paws were hidden…
if the neck was darker…
if the back was curved…
more like the parasol…

b-mb-m b-m b-mb-mb-m
b-mb-m b-m…
more shade…
more tail…
more gr-ss!…
would you like some more gr-ss?
mmmm…

[spot (george)]
ruff! ruff!
thanks, the week has been rough!
when you’re stuck for life on a garbage scow
only forty feet long from stern to prow
and a crackpot in the bow-wow, rough!
the planks are rough
and the wind is rough
and the master’s drunk and mean and-
grrrruff! gruff!
with the fish and sc-m
and planks and ballast-
the nose gets numb
and the paws get callused
and with splinters in your -ss
you look forward to the gr-ss
on sunday
the day off
off! off! off!
off!

the gr-ss needs to be thicker. perhaps a few weeds
and some ants, if you would. i love fresh ants

roaming around on sunday
poking among the roots and rocks
nose to the ground on sunday
studying all the shoes and socks
everything’s worth it sunday
the day off
bits of pastry…
piece of chicken…
here’s a handkerchief
that somebody was sick in

there’s a thistle…
that’s a shallot…
that’s a dripping
from the loony with the palette…

[fifi (george)]
yap! yap!
yap!
out for the day on sunday
off of my lady’s lap at last
yapping away on sunday
helps you forget the week just past-
yep! yep!
everything’s worth it sunday
the day off
yep!
stuck all week on a lady’s lap
nothing to do but yawn and nap
can you blame me if i yap?

[spot]
nope

[fifi]
there’s only so much attention a dog can take
being alone on sunday
rolling around in mud and dirt-

[spot]
begging a bone on sunday
settling for a spoiled dessert-

[fifi]
everything’s worth it

[spot]
sunday…

[fifi]
the day off

[spot]
something fuzzy…

[fifi]
something furry…

[spot]
something pink
that someone tore off in a hurry…

[fifi]
what’s the muddle
in the middle?

[spot]
that’s the puddle
where the poodle did the piddle

[george]
taking the day on sunday
now that the dreary week is dead
getting away on sunday
brightens the dreary week ahead
everyone’s on display on sunday-

[ensemble]
the day off!

[george]
bonnet flapping
bustle sliding
like a rocking horse that nobody’s been riding
there’s a daisy-
and some clover-
and that interesting fellow looking over…

[old lady]
nurse!

[nurse/george]
one day is much like any other
listening to her snap and drone

[nurse]
still, sunday with someone’s dotty mother
is better then sunday with your own
mothers may drone, mothers may whine-
tending to his, though, is perfectly fine
it pays for the nurse that is tending to mine
on sunday
my day off

[frieda]
you know, franz, i believe that artist is drawing us

[franz]
who?

[frieda]
monsieur’s friend

[franz]
monsieur would never think to draw us! we are only people he looks down upon

[george/frieda]
second bottle…

[george/franz]
ah, she looks for me…

[frieda]
he is bursting to go…

[franz]
near the fountain…

[frieda]
i could let him…

[franz]
how to manage it?

[frieda]
no

[franz]
i should have been an artist. i was never intended for work

[frieda]
artists work, franz. i believe they work very hard

[franz]
work!
we work

we serve their food
we carve their meat
we tend to their house
we polish their
silverware

[frieda]
the food we serve
we also eat

[franz]
for them we rush
wash and brush
wipe and wax

[frieda]
franz, relax

[franz]
while he “creates,”
we scr-pe their plates
and dust their knickknacks
hundreds to the shelf
work is what you do for others
liebchen
art is what you do for yourself

[celeste #1]
look

[celeste #2]
where?

[celeste #1]
soldiers

[celeste #2]
alone

[soldier]
what do you think?
i like the one in the light hat

[george/soldier]
mademoiselles
i and my friend
we are but soldiers!

[soldier]
p-ssing the time
in between wars
for weeks at an end

[celeste #1]
both of them are perfect

[celeste #2]
you can have the other

[celeste #1]
i don’t want the other

[celeste #2]
i don’t want the other either

[soldier]
and after a week
spent mostly indoors
with nothing but soldiers
ladies, i and my friend
trust we will not offend
which we’d never intend
by suggesting we spend-

[celestes]
oh, spend-

[soldier]
-this magnificent sunday-

[celestes]
oh, sunday-

[soldier]
with you and your friend

[celeste #2]
the one on the right’s an awful bore…

[celeste #1]
he’s been in a war

[soldier]
we may get a meal and we might get more…

[celestes/soldier]
it’s certainly fine for sunday…
it’s certainly fine for sunday…
it’s certainly fine for sunday…

[george/boatman]
you and me, pal
we’re the loonies
did you know that?
bet you didn’t know that

[boatman]
’cause we tell them the truth!
who you drawing?
who the hell you think you’re drawing?
me?
you don’t know me!
go on drawing
since you’re drawing only what you want to see
anyway!
one eye, no illusion-
that you get with two
one for what is true
one for what suits you
draw your wrong conclusion
all you artists do
i see what is true…

[ensemble]
taking the day on sunday
after another week is dead

[old lady]
nurse!

[ensemble]
getting away on sunday
brightens the dreary week ahead

[old lady]
nurse!

[ensemble]
leaving the city pressure
behind you
off where the air is fresher
where green, blue
blind you

- stephen sondheim lyrics

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