Overture Medley: Always True To You In My Fashion / Why Can't You Behave / Another Openin', Another...

Main Title (So In Love / Wunderbar)

So In Love

Too Darn Hot

Why Can't You Behave

Electric Sign (Another Openin', Another Show)

Lilli's Cork

Wunderbar

So In Love (Reprise)

We Open In Venice (Extended Version)

Tom, Dick Or Harry

I've Come To Wive It Wealthily In Padua

I Hate Men

Were Thine That Special Face

Finale Act One (Kiss Me Kate)

And So To Wed (We Open In Venice / I Hate Men)

I've Come To Wive It Wealthily In Padua (Reprise)

Where Is The Life That Late I Led

Bianca

Why Can't You Behave

Were Thine That Special Face

Always True To You In My Fashion

Brush Up Your Shakespeare

Bianca's Wedding (We Open In Venice)

From This Moment On

Down On Kate (Includes So In Love)

Kiss Me Kate (Finale, Act 2)

I'm Ashamed That Women Are So Simple

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FRED:
Strange, dear, but true, dear,
When I'm close to you, dear,
The stars fill the sky,
So in love with you am I.

FRED & LILLI:
Even without you

LILLI:
My arms fold about you.
You know, darling why,
So in love with you am I.

FRED:
In love with the night mysterious
The night when you first were there.

LILLI:
In love with my joy delirious
When I knew that you could care.

FRED:
So taunt me and hurt me,

LILLI:
Deceive me, desert me,

FRED & LILLI:
I'm yours 'til I die,

LILLI:
So in love,

FRED:
So in love,

LILLI:
So in love,

FRED:
So in love,

LILLI:
So in love with you, my love, am I.

FRED:
So in love am I.

LOIS LANE:
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight.
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight,
But I ain't up to my baby tonight,
'Cause it's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
But sister you'll fight my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot,

According to the latest Report
Ev'ry average girl you know
Much prefers her lovely doggie to court
When the temperature is low,
But when the thermometer goes 'way up
And the weather is sizzling hot,
Mister Adam
For his madam.
Is not,
'Cause it's too, too
Too darn hot,
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.

BOYS:
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot.
Hot, hot, hot, hot...

LOIS LANE:
Why can't you behave?
Oh, why can't you behave?After all the things you told me
And the promises that you gave,
Oh, why can't you behave?
Why can't you be good?
And do just as you should?
Won't you turn that new leaf over
So your baby can be your slave?
Oh, why can't you behave?

There's a farm I know near my old home town,
Where we two can go and try settlin' down.
There I'll care for you forever,
'Cause you're all in the world I grave.
Oh, why can't you behave?

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LILLI & FRED:
Wunderbar, wunderbar!
There's our fav'rite star above.What a bright, shining star,
Like our love, it's wunderbar!

FRED:
Gazing down on the Jungfrau

LILLI:
From our secret chalet for two,

FRED:
Let us drink, Liebchen mein,

LILLI:
In the moonlight benign,

LILLI & FRED:
To the joy of our dream come true.

LILLI & FRED:
Wunderbar, wunderbar!

FRED:
What a perfect night for love.

LILLI:
Here am I, here you are,

FRED:
Why it's truly wunderbar!

LILLI & FRED:
Wunderbar, wunderbar!

FRED:
We're alone and hand in glove,

LILLI:
Not a cloud near or far,

FRED:
Why, it's more than wunderbar!

LILLI:
Say you care, dear,

FRED:
For you madly,

LILLI:
Say you long, dear,

FRED:
For your kiss,

LILLI:
Do you swear, dear?

FRED:
Darling, gladly,

LILLI:
Life's divine, dear!

FRED:
And you're mine, dear!

LILLI & FRED:
Wunderbar, wunderbar!

FRED:
There's our fav'rite star above.

LILLI & FRED:
What a bright, shining star,
Like our love, it's wunderbar!

FRED: LILLI:
Wunderbar, wunderbar! Ah-ah-ah-aha...
What a perfect night for love. Ah-ah-ah-aha...
Here am I, here you are, Ah-ah-ah-aha...
Why it's truly wunderbar! Why it's truly wunderbar!

LILLI: FRED:
Wunderbar, wunderbar! La-la-la-la-la...
There's our fav'rite star above. La-dee-la-deh-la-dah...

LILLI: FRED:
What a bright, shining star, Bright, shining star,

LILLI & FRED:
Like our love, it's wunderbar!

LILLI:
So taunt me and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours 'til I die,
So in love,
So in love,
So in love with you, my love, am I.

BIANCA, KATHARINE, PETRUCHIO & GREMIO:
A troupe of strolling players are we,
Not stars like L.B. Mayer's are we,
But just a simple band
Who roams about the land
Dispensing fol-de-rol frivolity.
Mere folk who give distraction are we,
No Theater Guild attraction are we,
But just a crazy group
That never ceases to troop
Around the map of little Italy.

We open in Venice,
We next play Verona,
Then on to Cremona.
Lotsa laughs in Cremona.
Our next jump is Parma,
That stingy, dingy menace,
Then Mantua, then Padua,
Then we open again, where?

We open in Venice,
We next play Verona,
Then on to Cremona.
Lotsa quail in Cremona.
Our next jump is Parma,
That heartless, tartless menace,
Then Mantua, then Padua,
Then we open again, where?
In Venice!

GREMIO:
I've made a haul in all the leading rackets
From which rip-roarin' rich I happen to be,
And if thou wouldst attain the upper brackets,
Marry me, marry me, marry me.

LUCENTIO:
My purse has yet to know a silver lining,
Still lifeless in my wifeless family tree,
But if for love unending thou art pining,
Marry me, marry me, marry me.

HORTENSIO:
I come to thee a thoroughbred patrician
Still spraying my decaying family tree.
To give a social boost to thy position,
Marry me, marry me, marry me.
Marry me!

GREMIO & LUCENTIO:
Marry me!

HORTENSIO:
Marry me!

GREMIO & HORTENSIO:
Marry me!

LUCENTIO:
Marry me!

GREMIO:
Marry me!

3 SUITORS:
Marry me!

BIANCA:
I'm a maid who would marry
And will take with no qualm
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Harry, Dick or Tom,
I'm a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick.

GREMIO:
I'm the man thou shouldst marry.

BIANCA:
Howdy, Pop!

GREMIO:
Howdy, Mom.

LUCENTIO:
I'm the man thou shouldst marry.

BIANCA:
Art thou Harry, Dick or Tom?

HORTENSIO:
I'm the man thou shouldst marry.

BIANCA:
Howdy, pal!

HORTENSIO:
Howdy, chick!

BIANCA:
Art thou Tom, Dick or Harry?

3 SUITORS:
Call me Tom, Harry or Dick.

BIANCA & SUITORS:
I'm (She's) a maid who would marry
And would no longer tarry,
I'm (She's) a maid who would marry,
May my hopes not miscarry!
I'm (She's) a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick

BIANCA:
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick.
BIANCA & SUITORS:
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick!
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick,
A dicka dick...

BIANCA:
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick!

PETRUCHIO:
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua,
If wealthily then happily in Padua.
If my wife has a bag of gold,
Do I care if the bag be old?
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

ENSEMBLE:
He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

PETRUCHIO:
I heard you mutter, "Zounds, a loathsome lad you are."
I shall not be disturbed one bit
If she be but a quarter-wit,
If she only can talk of clo'es
While she powders her goddamned nose,
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

ENSEMBLE:
He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

PETRUCHIO:
I heard you say, "Gadzooks, completely mad you are!"
'Twouldn't give me the slightest shock
If her knees now and then should knock,
If her eye were a wee bit crossed,
Were she wearing the hair she'd lost,
Still the damsel I'll make my dame,
In the dark they are all the same,
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

ENSEMBLE:
He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

PETRUCHIO:
I heard you say, "Good gad, but what a cad you are!"
Do I mind if she fret and fuss,
If she fume like Vesuvius,
If she roar like a winter breeze
On the rough Adriatic seas,
If she screams like a teething brat,
If she scratch like a tiger cat,
If she fight like a raging boar,
I have oft stuck a pig before,
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

ENSEMBLE:
With a hunny, nunny, nunny,
And a hey, hey, hey,

PETRUCHIO:
Not to mention money, money
For a rainy day,

PETRUCHIO & ENSEMBLE:
I (He's) come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

KATHARINE:
I hate men.
I can't abide 'em even now and then.
Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a maiden rather,
For husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother.
Of course, I'm awfully glad that Mother had to marry Father,
But I hate men.
Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy,
I hate most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy,
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men.
They should be kept like piggies in a pen.
Avoid the trav'ling salesman though a tempting
Tom he may be,
For on your wedding night he may be off to far Araby,
While he's away in Mandalay is thee who have the baby,
Oh I hate men.
If thou shouldst wed a businessman, be wary, oh, be wary.
He'll tell you he's detained in town on business necessary,
His bus'ness is the bus'ness with his pretty secretary,
Oh I hate men!
I hate men
Though roosters they, I will not play the hen.
If you espouse and older man through girlish optimism,
He'll always stay at home at night and make no criticism,
Though you may call it love, the doctors call it rheumatism.
Oh, I hate men.
From all I've read, alone in bed, from A to Zed, about 'em.
Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout 'em,
But, ladies, you must answer too, what would we do without 'em?
Still, I hate men!

PETRUCHIO:
Were thine that special face?
The face which fills my dreaming,
Were thine the rhythm'd grace,
Were thine the form so lithe and slender,
Were thine the arms so warm, so tender,
Were thine the kiss divine,
Were thine the love for me,
The love which fills my dreaming,
When all these charms are thine
Then you'll be mine, all mine.

Were thine the love for me,
The love which fills my dreaming,
When all these charms are thine
Then you'll be mine, all mine.

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PETRUCHIO:
When at first aware of masculinity
I began to finger feminine curls,
I became the toast of my vicinity
For I always had a multitude of girls.
But now that a married man, at last, am I,
How aware of my dear, departed past am I.

Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead.
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind.
A married life is just a pain,
And raising an heir
Could never compare
With raising a bit of hell,
So I repeat what first I said,
Where is the life that late I led?

In dear Milano, where are you, Momo,
Still selling those pictures of the Scriptures in the Duomo?
And, Carolina, where are you, Lina,
Still peddling your pizza in the streets o' Taormina?
And in Firenze, where are you, Alice,
Still there in your pretty, itty-bitty Pitti Palace?
And sweet Lucretia, so young and gay-ee?
What scandalous doin's in the ruins of Pompeii!

Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead.
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind.
The marriage game is quite all right,
Yes, during the day
It's easy to play
But, oh, what a bore at night,
So I repeat what first I said
Where is the life that late I?

Where is Rebecca, my Becki-weckio,
But still she'd be cruising that amusing Ponte Vecchio?
Where is Fedora, the wild virago?
It's lucky I missed her gangster sister from Chicago.
Where is Venetia, who loved to chat so,
Could still she be drinkin' in her stinkin' pink palazzo?
And lovely Lisa, where are you, Lisa?
You gave a new meaning to the leaning tow'r of Pisa.

Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead.
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind.
I've oft been told of nuptial bliss,
But what do you do,
A quarter to two,
With only a shrew to kiss?
So I repeat what first I said,
Where is the life that late I led?

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BILL:
Why can't you behave?
Why can't you behave?

LOIS:
Tell me how can you be jealous
When you know, baby, I'm your slave?
I'm just mad for you,
And I'll always be,
But naturally

If a custom-tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet,
When the vet begins to pet, I cry "Hooray!"
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.

BILL:
There's a lush from Baltimore,
Who is rich but such a bore,

LOIS:
When the bore fall on the floor, I let him lay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.

BILL:
What about that Mister Thorne
Calls you up from night 'til morn?

LOIS:
Mister Thorne once cornered corn and that ain't hay.
Aha!
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.

BILL:
So you're out with Mister Fritz
You were dining at the Ritz,

LOIS:
Mister Fritz is full of Schlitz and Schlitz must pay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
I could never curl my lip
At a dazzlin' diamond clip,

BILL:
S'pose the clip meant "let 'er rip,"

LOIS:
I'd not say "Nay!"

BILL:
But you're always true to me, darlin', in your fashion!

LOIS:
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.

BILL:
Mister Harris, plutocrat,
Wants to give your cheek a pat,

LOIS:
If the Harris pat
Means a Paris hat,
Bebe, Oo-la-la!
Mais je suis toujour fidele, darlin', in my fashion,
Oui, je suis toujour fidele, darlin', in my way.
Mister Gable,

BILL:
You mean Clark?

LOIS:
Wants me on his boat to park,
If the gable boat
Means a sable coat,

BILL:
I know,
Anchors aweigh!

LOIS:
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.

MOBSTERS:
The girls today in society
Go for classical poetry,
So to win their hearts one must quote with ease
Aeschylus and Euripides.
But the poet of them all
Who will start 'em simply ravin'
Is the poet people call
The bard of Stratford-on-Avon.

Brush up your Shakespeare,
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow.
Just declaim a few lines from "Othella"
And they think you're a heckuva fella.
If your blonde won't respond when you flatter 'er
Tell her what Tony told Cleopaterer,
And if still, to be shocked, she pretends well,
Just remind her that "All's Well That Ends Well."
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare,
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow.
If your goil is a Washington Heights dream
Treat the kid to "A Midsummer Night Dream."
If she fights when her clothes you are mussing,
What are clothes? "Much Ado About Nussing."
If she says your behavior is heinous
Kick her right in the "Coriolanus."
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow,
And they'll all kowtow,
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare,
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow.

Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow,

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BIANCA, LUCENTIO, GREMIO & HORTENSIO:
From this moment on,
You for me, dear,
Only two for tea, dear,
From this moment on.
From this happy day,
No more blue songs.
Only whoop-dee-doo songs,
From this moment on.
For you've got the love I need so much,
Got the skin I love to touch,
Got the arms to hold me tight,
Got the sweet lips to kiss me good night.
From this moment on,
You and I, babe,
We'll be ridin' high, babe,
Ev'ry care is gone
From this moment on.
[BALLET]

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PETRUCHIO:
Come on and kiss me, Kate,

KATE:
Caro!

PETRUCHIO:
And twice and thrice,

KATE:
Carissimo!

PETRUCHIO:
Ere we start

KATE:
Bello!

PETRUCHIO:
Living in paradise.

KATE:
Bellissimo!

PETRUCHIO & OTHERS:
Oh, kiss me (him), Kate,

KATE:
Presto!

PETRUCHIO & OTHERS:
Darling angel, divine!

KATE & ENSEMBLE:
For now I shall ever be thine
All thine!

KATAHARINE:
SPOKEN
I am ashamed the women a so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek to rule, supremacy, and sway
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
So hold your temper, wife, and meekly put
Your hand 'neath the sole of your husband's foot,
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready,
Ready,
May it do him ease.