Overture .......... The Orchestra

This Time of the Year .......... Alan Gilbert

How Are Things in Glocca Morra? .......... Ella Logan

Look to the Rainbow .......... Ella Logan

Old Devil Moon .......... Ella Logan

Something Sort of Grandish .......... Ella Logan

If This Isn't Love .......... Ella Logan

Necessity .......... Delores Martin

That Great Come-and-Get-It Day .......... Lynn Murray

When the Idle Poor Become the Idle Rich .......... Ella Logan

Begat .......... Lorenzo Fuller

When I'm Not Near the Girl I Love .......... David Wayne

Finale

Something Sort of Grandish (Reprise) .......... Howard Morris

Orchestra

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How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddie (lassie) with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' (smilin') by
And does he (she) walk away,
Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow
And each brook along the way,
And each lad (lass) that comes a-whistlin' (a-sighin')
Tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?

On the day I was born,
Said my father, said he.
I've an an elegant legacy
Waitin' for ye,
'Tis a rhyme for your lips
And a song for your heart,
To sing it whenever
The world falls apart.

Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hill
And the stream.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.

'Twas a sumptuous
To bequeath to a child.
Oh the lure of that song
Kept her feet funnin' wild.
For you never grow old
And you never stand still,
With whippoorwills singin'
Beyond the next hill.

Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hill
And the stream.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.

I look at you and suddenly,
Something in your eyes I see
Soon begins bewitching me.
It's that old devil moon
That you stole from the skies.
It's that old devil moon
In your eyes.

You and you glance
Make this romance
Too hot to handle.
Stars in the night
Blazing their light
Can't hold a candle
To your razzle-dazzle.

You've got me flyin' high and wide
On a magic carpet ride
Full of butterflies inside.
Wanna cry, wanna croon,
Wanna laugh like a loon.
It's that old devil moon
In your eyes.

Just when I think, I'm
Free as a dove.
Old devil moon,
Deep in your eyes,
Blinds me with love.

Something sweet,
Something sort of grandish
Sweeps my soul
When thou art near.
My heart feels so sugar candish
My hand feels so ginger beer.
Something so dareish
So I don't careish,
Stirs me from limb to limb.
It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish.
To have such an amorish glamorish.
We could be oh, so bride and groomish
Skies could be so bluish blue.
Life could be so love in bloomish,
If my ishes could come true.

Thou art sweet,
Thou art sort of grandish,
Thou outlandish cavalier.
Fromnow on, we're hand in handish
Romeo and Guinevere
Thou'rt so adorish
Toujours l'amourish.
I'm so cherchez la femme.
Why should I vanquish,
Relinquish, resish,
When I simply relish this swellish condish.
I might be manishish or mouseish
I might be a fowl or fish,
But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish.
Please accept my propasish
You're under my skinish,
So please be give-inish
Or it's the beginish of the finish of me.

If this isn't love
The whole world is crazy
If this isn't love
I'm daft as a daisy
With moons all around
And cows jumping over
There's something a-miss,
And I'll eat my hat if
If this isn't love!
I'm feeling like the apple
On the top of William Tell;
With this I cannot grapple because,
Because you're so adorabelle
If this isn't love
The winter is summer
If this isn't love
My heart needs a plumber
I'm swingin' on the stars
I'm ridin' on rainbows
I'm bustin' with bliss,
And I'll kiss your hand
If this isn't love!

What is the curse that makes the universe so all bewild'rin'?
What is the hoax that just provokes the folks they call God's children?
What is the jinx that gives a body and his brother and everyone around -
the runaround?

Necessity, Necessity,
That most unnecessary thing, Necessity.
What throws a monkey wrench in
A fella's good intention?
That nasty old invention - Necessity.
My feet wanna dance in the sun,
My head wants to rest in the shade,
The Lord says "Go out and have fun,"
But the landlord says "Your rent ain't paid!"
Necessity, it's plain to see
What a lovely old world this silly old world could be,
But man it's all in a mess, 'cause of Necessity.

Necessity, Necessity,
There oughta be a law against Necessity.
(Sister you're so right)
I'd love to play some tennis,
Or take a trip to Venice.
But sister here's the menace - Necessity.
Oh Satan's the father of sin,
Cupid's the father of love,
Ol' Hell is the father of gin,
But no-oner knows the father of...
Necessity,
(Do you mean he's a... That's what he is! Oohhh!)
Necessity,
That's the maximum that a minimum thing could be,
There's nothing lower than less unless it's Necessity.

On that great come and get it day,
Won't it be fun when worry is done and money is hay.
That's the time things'll com your way
On that great, great come and get it day.
I'll get my gal that calico gown.
I'll get my mule that acre of groun'
'Cause word has come from Gabriel's horn
The earth beneath your plow is a-buddin'
And now it's yourn.
Glory time's comin' for to stay
On that great, great come and get it day.

On that great come and get it day,
Won't it be fun when worry is done and money is hay.
That's the time things'll com your way
On that great, great come and get it day.
My gown will be a calico gown.
My shoes will dance all over the town.
'Cause word has come from Gabriel's horn
The earth beneath your plow is a-buddin'
And now it's yourn.
Glory time's comin' for to stay
On that great, great come and get it
And keep it and share it, great, great
I'll get my gal that calico gown.
I'll get my mule that acre of groun'
'Cause words has come from Gabriel's horn
The earth beneath your plow is a-buddin'
And now it's yourn.
Glory time's comin' for to stay
"Come and get it" day.

SHARON
When de idle poor
Become the idle rich
You'll never know
just who is who
or who is witch.
Won't it be rich
Whenever wants poor relatives,
becomes a "Rockefellative",
and pans no longer itch
What a switch!

FEMALE ENSEMBLE
When beyond my permine
And plastic team
How would we do determin
Who's who under me?

MALE ENSEMBLE
And when all your neighbours
are upper class
- You won't know your 'georges'
from your 'astors'.

SHARON
Let's toast a day
The day we drink that drinkin' up
But with a little pinkie up.

COMPANY
The day on witch
The idle poor
Become the idle rich

SHARON
When a rich man doesn't want to work
He's a bon vivant.

COMPANY
Yes, he's a bom vivant.

SHARON
But when a poor man doesn't want to work,
He's a laughter, he's a lounger
he's a lazier good for nothing

COMPANY
He's a jerk!

SHARON
When a rich man looses on a horse
Oh, isn't it disport!

COMPANY
Oh, isn't it disport!

SHARON
When a poor man looses on a horse
He's a gambler, he's a spender
He's a low life, he's a reason for divorce!

When a rich man chases after dames
He's a man about town,
A man about town.
But when a poor man chases after dames
He's a bounder, he's a rounder
He's a rotter, and a lot of dirty names!

COMPANY
You'll never know
just who is witch.
When de idle poor
Become the idle rich.

SHARON
When de idle poor
Become the idle rich

COMPANY
When de idle poor
Become the idle rich
You'll never know
just who is who
or who is witch.

SHARON
No one will see
The Irish or the Slavonian
'cause when you're on Park Avenue
Cornelius and Mike
Look alike

FEMALE ENSEMBLE
When poor tweedle Doe
This rich tweedle Dee

COMPANY
This discrimination will no longer be.

MALE ENSEMBLE
When we leave undone
and out of the nuts

SHARON
You won't know your banker.
from your but...ler.
Let's make the switch.
We just a few a'newer 'n' this
We'll ride this incongruityies
With clothes from Ava Crombing Fitch

FEMALE ENSEMBLE I
Wheeeeeeeeeen de idle poor

FEMALE ENSEMBLE II
Wheeeeeeen become the

MALE ENSEMBLE
Wheeeeeeeen idle rich

COMPANY
When de idle poor
Become the idle rich

The Lord made Adam.
The Lord made Eve.
He made them both,
A little bit naive.

They lived as free
As the summer breeze,
Without pajamas and without chemise.

Until they stumbled
on the apple tree.

Then she looked at him,
(hum, hum)
And he looked at her,
(hum, hum)
And they knew immediately
What the world was fer...

- He said give me my cane
- He sais give me my hat.
- The time has come,
to begin the begat.
- The begat!
- The begat!
- That's it!

So they begat Caine.
And they begat Abel,
Who begat the rabble
At the Tow'r of Babel.

They begat the Cohens,
And they begat O'Rourkes.
And they begat the people
Who believed in storks.

- Holly Lordy, how they did begat!
And Lordy, Lordy, what they did begat!

When the begat got
to gettin' under par
They begat the daughters
of the D.A.R.

They begat the babbits
of the bourgeoisie,
They begat the misbegotten G.O.P.

It was a-pleasin't to Jezebel,
a-pleasin' to Ruth,
It pleased the League of Women Shoppers
in Duluth

Tho' the movie censors
tried the facts a hide
the movie goers open up and multiplied.

- Holly Lordy, how they multiplied!
- How they multiplied!
- How they multiplied!

Soon it swept the world
Ev'ry land and lingo.
It becanme the rage.
It was bigger than bingo.

The Whites begat, the Reds begat,
The folks who should have stood in bed begat.
The Greeks begat, the Swedes begat
Why, even Britishers in tweeds begat.

And, Lordy Lordy, what the seeds begat!

The Lats and Lithuanians, begat.
Scranton Pennsylvanians, begat .
Strictly vegetarians, begat.
And honorary Aryans, begat.
Startin from Genesis, they begat.
Negroes and menaces, begat
Filibuster-usterers, begat.

Income tax adjusterers begat
To vetuler unnatelor to begat.
And sometimes a bachelor, he begat!
And didn't matter which-a-way they begat,
Son of a bitch away, begat.

Oh! Bless them Lord!
Who know do that,
And heed the call
of the begat!

(Alternative: last verse according to the movie)

Oh! Bless Them all!
Who go to bed.
And its the cause
Of the begat!

Oh my heart is beating wildly
And it's all because you're here.
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.
Ev'ry femme that flutters by me
Is a flame that must be fanned.
When I can't fondle the hand I'm fond of,
I fondle the hand at hand.
My heart's in a pickle,
It's constantly fickle
And not too partickle, I fear.
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.

I'm confessing a confession
And I hope I'm not verbose
When I'm not close to the kiss that I cling to,
I cling to the kiss that's close
As I'm more and more a mortal
I am more and more a case.
When I'm not facing the face that I fancy.
I fancy the face I face.
For Sharon I'm carin',
But Susan I'm choosin'
I'm faithful to whos'n is here.
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.

WOODY
Sharon, where is Glocca Morra?

SHARON-
Well, it's not on the map, Woody. It's just a far off place, in father's heart.

So to ev'ry weepin' willow,
To each brook along the way,
To each lad that comes awistlin'
Tooralay.

COMPANY
Tooralay.

ENSEMBLE
May we meet
in Glocca Morra
one fine day.

OG
Children, if you help me find the little gold crock you can have anything that's made in fairyland.

There'll be things plenty for allish
Wondrish toys and magic tricks
Electrish trains and basket ballish
Mintish drops and licorice stick.

Life will be keenish all halloweenish
And jelly beanish too,
With ice-cream, and cakish
And soda to sup.
And no bellyacheish
To wakeish you up.

There will be such delicious dishes
And will end to this daffyish plot.
We will go from wretch to riches.
When we'll find that goldish pot.

There will be chocolate castish
with hot-dogs, and mustish
but cheers! ev'rybodysh
must fastish come trough.