Hello, Dolly! Page #3

Besides, I need a steady housekeeper.

It takes a woman, all powdered and pink

To joyously clean out the drain in the sink

And it takes an angel

with long, golden lashes

And soft Dresden fingers

for dumping the ashes

Yes, it takes a woman, a dainty woman

A sweetheart, a mistress, a wife

Oh, yes, it takes a woman

A fragile woman

To bring you the sweet things in life

The frail young maiden,

who's constantly there

For washing and blueing,

and shoeing the mare

And it takes a female for setting the table

And weaning the Guernsey

and cleaning the stable

Yes, it takes a woman

A dainty woman

A sweetheart, a mistress, a wife

Oh, yes, it takes a woman

A fragile woman

To bring you the sweet things in life

And so she'll work until infinity

Three cheers for femininity

(horse neighs)

God bless fem-i-nin-i-ty

And in the winter she'll shovel the ice

And lovingly set out the traps for the mice

She's a joy and treasure

for, practically speaking,

To whom can you turn

when the plumbing is leaking?

To that dainty woman

That fragile woman

That sweetheart, that mistress, that wife

That womanly wife

Oh, yes, it takes a woman

A husky woman

To bring you the sweet things in life

Oh, yes, it takes a woman

A dainty woman

A sweetheart, a mistress, a wife

Oh, yes, it takes a woman

A fragile woman

To bring you the sweet things in life

(Dolly) Well, well, well, well, well.

Good morning, Mr. Vandergelder.

Mr. Hackl. Mr. Tucker.

- Gentlemen.

- Good morning, ma'am.

Uh, morning, Mrs. Levi.

How handsome you look today. Ooh,

you absolutely take my breath away.

Ermengarde is crying her eyes out.

You can take her to New York,

but blow her nose first.

If only Irene Molloy could see you now.

Find someplace else to loaf. And you two

get back to the store. Go on!

And don't forget to put

the lid on the sheep dip.

I don't know what's come over you lately,

but you seem to be growing

younger every day.

Well, if a man eats careful, there's

no reason why he should look old.

- You never said a truer word.

- Even if I never see 40... uh, 35, again.

that will be stamping about at 100,

eating five meals a day, like

my Uncle Harry, may he rest in peace.

Let me see your hand, Mr. Vandergelder.

Oh, show me your hand.

- Why?

- I'm a judge of hands. I read hands.

- And I use them to get things done.

- Oh! Lord in heaven! Goodness gracious!

Oh, I just can't believe it.

It's such a long lifeline.

- Where?

- From here I don't know where it goes.

It runs right off your hand.

They'll have to hit you with a mallet.

They'll have to stifle you with

a sofa pillow. You'll bury us all.

I will?

Say, you're all spiffed up

today, aren't you?

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