No. 2 - Song - Chris and Chorus - "The patter of the shingle."
Chris: | When in curls and knickerbockers, quite a very little lad, To the late lamented Sypher I was sent. Then his health as I recall it was phenomenally bad, And nearly were the sands of his existence spent; He recuperated suddenly and to me it was due; That he hale and hearty died at eighty-three. It was strong and constant exercise gave him his health anew, For just three hours a day he spent in licking me. |
Chorus: | And the recollection haunts him yet. |
Chris: | Great sentiment it lacks. |
Chorus: | Tho' he vainly struggles to forget. |
Chris: | The rhythm of the wacks. The patter, the patter, the patter of the shingle, To use it he well knew how. He'd batter, he'd batter, he'd batter till I'd tingle, In mem'ry I feel it now. |
Chorus: | The patter, the patter, the patter of the shingle, To use it he well knew how. He'd batter, he'd batter, he'd batter till he'd tingle, In mem'ry he feels it now. |
Chris: | When I first became a pupil at the dear old village school, In the little village school-house on the green, then it stood within a leafy grove all shady, dark and cool, But ere a year had passed that grove no more was seen; It had disappeared completely, leaving not a single tree; By old Sypher they were felled and sent away To be sliced up into shingles that were meant alone for me, A gross of them I often wore out in a day. |
Chorus: | And the recollection haunts him yet. |
Chris: | Great sentiment it lacks. |
Chorus: | Tho' he vainly struggles to forget. |
Chris: | The rhythm of the wacks. The patter, the patter, the patter of the shingle, To use it he well knew how. He'd batter, he'd batter, he'd batter till I'd tingle, In mem'ry I feel it now. |
Chorus: | The patter, the patter, the patter of the shingle, To use it he well knew how. He'd batter, he'd batter, he'd batter till he'd tingle, In mem'ry he feels it now. |
American Musical Theatre | Chris and the Wonderful Lamp
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