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No. 4 - Chorus and Solo - Fantana
| Chorus: | Oh, galloping gaily down the course, Hi! Hi! Hi! |
| Fantana: | In all affairs equestrian it really doesn't count What style of rig you ride in Or what sort of horse you mount. There's fun about a run-about, a pony cart of drab; There's pleasure in a measure in a homely Hansom cab. But no one knows just what you drive and little do they care Unless there be a pretty girl to make the people stare. |
| Chorus: | To make the people stare. Unless there be a pretty girl to make the people stare. |
| Fantana: | Oh, galloping gaily down the course, Hi! Hi! Hi! Which is it gives the crowd the feast? Is it the beauty or the beast? Perhaps if you are wise You'll see if you use your eyes That it is the girl and not the horse That wins the prize. |
| Chorus: | Oh, galloping gaily down the course, Hi! Hi! Hi! Which is it gives the crowd the feast? Is it the beauty or the beast? Perhaps if you are wise You'll see if you use your eyes That it is the girl and not the horse That wins the prize. |
| Chorus: | Oh, galloping gaily down the course, Hi! Hi! Hi! |
| Fantana: | One day you feel you ought to own an automobile car That you can take life easy then And go just twice as far. But then again without a doubt, you know you'd cut a dash At random in a tandem with a loud and lengthy lash. You're sure that you could win the prize if your turn out is gay, But if the girl is not a dream, 'twill not turn out that way. |
| Chorus: | 'Twill not turn out that way. But if the girl is not a dream, 'twill not turn out that way. |
| Fantana: | Oh, galloping gaily down the course, Hi! Hi! Hi! Which is it gives the crowd the feast? Is it the beauty or the beast? Perhaps if you are wise You'll see if you use your eyes That it is the girl and not the horse That wins the prize. |
| Chorus: | Oh, galloping gaily down the course, Hi! Hi! Hi! Which is it gives the crowd the feast? Is it the beauty or the beast? Perhaps if you are wise You'll see if you use your eyes That it is the girl and not the horse That wins the prize. |
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American Musical Theatre | Fantana
Page modified 28 November 2016