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It's Hot up Here
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Sunday In The Park With George Company
Sunday In The Park With George Company
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Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Sondheim
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Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Sondheim
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It's hot up here It's hot and it's monotonous I want my glasses This is not my good profile Nobody can even see my profile I hate this dress The soldiers have forgotten us The boatman schwitzes I am completely out of proportion These helmets weigh a lot on us This tree is blocking my view I can't see anything Why are they complaining? It could have been raining I hate these people It's hot up here A lot up here It's hot up here Forever A lot of fun It's not up here It's hot up here No matter what There's not a breath Of air up here And they're up here Forever It's not my fault I got up here I'll rot up here I am so hot up here Darling, don't clutch mother's hand quite so tightly Thank you It's hot up here At least you have a parasol Well, look who's talking Sitting in the shade I trust my cigar is not bothering you Unfortunately, it never goes out It's good to be together again See, I told you they were odd Don't slouch He took my glasses You've been eating something sticky I put on rouge today, too... Don't you ever take a bath? Nurse! Hand me my fan I can't At least the brat is with her mother I heard that! Do you like tall grass? Hah! Jules! Bunch of animals... I hate these people It's hot up here And strange up here No change up here Forever How still it is How odd it is And God, it is So hot! I like the one in the light hat Hello George I do not wish to be remembered Like this, George, With them, George My hem, George Three inches off the ground And then this monkey And these people, George They'll argue till they fade And whisper things and grunt But thank you for the shade And putting me in front Yes, thank you, George, for that... And for the hat... It's hot up here It's hot and it's monotonous I want my glasses! This is not my good profile I hate this dress The soldiers have forgotten us Don't slouch! Animals... Are you sure you don't like tall grass I put on rouge today, too... Don't you ever take a bath? It's good to be together again Nurse, hand me my fan It's hot up here It's hot and It's monotonous He took my glasses, I want my glasses! This is not my good profile And furthermore, Finding you're Fading Is very degrading And God, I am so hot! Well, there are worse things than sweating By a river on a Sunday There are worse things than sweating by a river When you're sweating in a picture That was painted by a genius And you know that you're immortal And you'll always be remembered Even if they never see you And you're listening to drivel And you're part of your companion And your glasses have been stolen And you're bored beyond endurance And the baby has no diapers And you're slouching I am not! And you are out of all proportion And I hate these people! You never get A breeze up here, And she's (he's) Up here Forever You cannot run Amok up here You're stuck up here In this gavotte Perspectives don't Make sense up here It's tense up here Forever The outward show Of bliss up here Is disappearing dot by dot And it's hot!
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