My Fair Lady Page #3

"The missus wants to open up

the castle in Capri

"Me doctor recommends

a quiet summer by the sea

"Wouldn't it be loverly?"

Where are ya bound for this year, Eliza?

Biarritz?

"All I want is a room somewhere

"Far away from the cold night air

"With one enormous chair

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Lots of chocolate for me to eat

"Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat

"Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Oh, so loverly sittin'

"Absobloominlutely still

"I would never budge till Spring

"Crept over the winder sill

"Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee

"Warm and tender as he can be

"Who takes good care of me

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Loverly

"Loverly

"Loverly

"Loverly

"All I want is a room somewhere

"Far away from the cold night air

"With one enormous chair

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Lots of chocolate for me to eat

"Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat

"Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Oh, so loverly sittin'

"Absobloominlutely still

"I would never budge till Spring

"Crept over the winder sill

"Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee

"Warm and tender as he can be

"Who takes good care of me

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Loverly

"Loverly

"Loverly"

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Loverly

"Loverly

"Loverly

"Wouldn't it be loverly?"

JAMIE:
Come on, Alfie, let's go 'ome now.

This place is givin' me the willies.

Home? What do you want to go 'ome for?

It's nearly 5:
00.

My daughter Eliza'll be along soon.

She ought to be good for 'alf a crown

for a father that loves 'er.

That's a laugh.

You ain't been near 'er for months.

What's that got to do with it?

What's 'alf a crown after all I've give 'er?

When did you ever give 'er anythin'?

Anythin'? I give 'er everythin'.

I give 'er the greatest gift

any human being can give to another:

Life!

I introduced 'er to this here planet, I did,

with all its wonders and marvels.

The sun that shines, the moon that glows.

Hyde Park to walk through

on a fine spring night.

The 'ole ruddy city o' London to roam

around in sellin' 'er bloomin' flow'rs.

I give 'er all that.

Then I disappears and leaves 'er

on 'er own to enjoy it.

If that ain't worth 'alf a crown

now and again...

...I'll take my belt off and give 'er what for.

You got a good 'eart.

But you want a 'alf a crown out o' Eliza...

...you better have a good story.

ALFIE:
Leave that to me, my boy.

- Good mornin', George.

- Not a brass farthin'.

Not a brass farthin'.

There she is.

Why, Liza, what a surprise.

Hop along, Charlie, you're too old for me.

- Don't you know your daughter?

- You don't know what she looks like.

I know 'er, I know 'er.

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