A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court Page #2

Well, you just have

to jump pretty high

But don't give up too soon

if you stub your toe

on the moon

Now, you take Harry Hadgetts.

[ All ] Who's Harry Hadgetts

Young Harry Hadgetts

loved making gadgets

"Life needs some new things"

was his claim

Hoped one or two things

might bring fame

This is the last time

you'll hear his name

Nobody mentions

Harry's inventions

But do you think

that got him down

Here comes the end

When you've gadgets to mend

He's the best repairman

in town

So there's nothin'

to be ashamed of

if you stub your toe on the moon Fred.

When a dream's at

the top of the sky

Well, you just have to jump

pretty high, high

But don't give up too soon

if you stub your toe

on the moon

Now, you take Sally Springer.

Who's Sally Springer?

Well, it's a long story,

but Ill cut it down for you.

Sweet Sally Springer

she was a singer

Lived in a hall room

up one flight

Thought of a ballroom

big and bright

Where she would make

her debut some night

Then for her trouble

"Pop" went the bubble

Say that it's sad

but, wait, dont weep

Now they admit

every night she's a hit

When she sings

her children to sleep

[ All ] No, there's

nothin' to be ashamed of

if you stub your toe

on the moon

Though it may be a blow

to your pride

You're a hero because

well, you tried Good boy.

So don't give up too soon

if you stub your toe

on the moon

Don't give up too soon

[ Meows ]

if you stub your toe on the

moon [ Backfires, Engine Starts ]

[ Backfires,

Engine Stops ]

Well, there's a moral there

someplace, kids.

[Man ]

Hiya, Hank,

Hey, Sam.

Old Man Miller's

madder than a wet hen.

Said you promised to have

his pinto back by noon.

By George, I did!

Well, this'll have to wait

till later, kids.

Aw, gee!

Come on.

Everybody out.

See you in the mornin'.

7:
00 be too early?

[ All Shouting ]

Good, good.

All right, good-bye.

See you tomorrow!

Say, if that cat

spits up a spark plug,

it's mine.

- [ Thunderclap ]

- [ Whinnies ]

Whoa, Tex. Take it easy.

I don't blame you.

Looks like we're in

for a wet night.

[ Thunderclaps Continue]

Whoa, there.

Whoa!

[ Whinnying ]

Whoa, Tex!

Whoa!

Monster, will you battle?

Will I do what?

Will you joust?

Will you venture

a passage at arms?

Huh?

Up, dog!

[ Armor Screeches ]

Up, dog,

and defend thyself!.

Up, I say!

Look, old man,

I don't know where you got

that iron Union suit,

but Ive been up all night

and Im in no mood for jokes.

Here, Tex.

Here, Tex.

Stay where you are, monster!

I give warning:

Spit forth one flame of fire...

and I shall hack thee

limb from limb!

Here, now.

Skip. Go ahead.

Run along before

they come and get you.

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