No. 18 - Song of the Pipe - Fred
Fred: | When your breaking heart is laden With the love for some fair maiden, You pursue her and you woo her With an ardent lover's art; But no matter how you flatter, How you hurl your presence at her, Not a fraction of her action Tells of love in her cold heart. So when fondest hopes are blighted And your love is not requited As a lover you discover You can't strike the match you want, Set to work and strike another, Light your pipe and smoke and smother Grief and sorrow till the morrow, As you bid despair avaunt. Fill up your pipe to the brim, Smoke till the atmosphere's dim, Remember your pipe is the best of friends Where pleasure begins and where trouble ends. So there you should never forget, Whenever you fume and you fret, That the fumes from your pipe ev'ry care will choke, So smoke, smoke, smoke. |
If you learn, though a beginner, Just the way to woo and win her, With the pleading that is needing And a touch of sentiment; Though it happens that her parent Would object to you but daren't, Still with rapture you may capture, All you want is her consent. So you make your preparations And send out the invitations And are very, very, merry As good fortune smiles on you, But you find when you are married That your married life is harried, And your trouble now is double, Then there's just one thing to do. Fill up your pipe to the brim, Smoke till the atmosphere's dim, Remember your pipe is the best of friends Where pleasure begins and where trouble ends. So there you should never forget, Whenever you fume and you fret, That the fumes from your pipe ev'ry care will choke, So smoke, smoke, smoke. |
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Men: | Fill up your pipe to the brim, Smoke till the atmosphere's dim, Remember your pipe is the best of friends Where pleasure begins and where trouble ends. So there you should never forget, Whenever you fume and you fret, That the fumes from your pipe ev'ry care will choke, So smoke, smoke, smoke. |
American Musical Theatre | Fantana
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