My Boy Bill from Carousel
JetS1651
I am searching for the lyrics to "My Boy Bill" by Rodgers and Hammerstein
from the musical "Carousel."
John Stetson
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Wayne Garvin
jets...@aol.com (JetS1651) wrote:
>I am searching for the lyrics to "My Boy Bill" by Rodgers and Hammerstein
>from the musical "Carousel."
I'm not very knowledgeable about musicals so I did some searching on the
web. According to the list of songs from "Carousel" at:
http://ReedyCreek.stanford.edu/Carousel/CslMusicalNums.html
there is no song called "My Boy Bill" or anything similar. Could you
possibly be referring to the song called "Bill" from "Show Boat"? It
contains the line "He's just my Bill, an ordinary boy".
BILL
- from "Show Boat"
- words by Oscar Hammerstein II and P.G. Wodehouse
- music by Jerome Kern
I used to dream that I would discover
The perfect lover some day
I knew I'd recognize him
If ever he came round my way
I always used to fancy then
He'd be one of the godlike kind of men
With a giant brain and a noble head
Like the heroes bold in the books I read
But along came Bill, who's not the type at all
You'd meet him on the street and never notice him
His form and face, his manly grace
Are not the kind that you would find in a statue
And I can't explain
It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill
I love him because he's wonderful
Because he's just old Bill
He can't play golf or tennis or polo
Or sing a solo or row
He isn't half as handsome
As dozens of men that I know
He isn't tall and straight and slim
And he dresses far worse than Ted or Jim
And I can't explain why he should be just
The one, one man in the world for me
He's just my Bill, an ordinary boy
He hasn't got a thing that I can brag about
And yet to be upon his knee
So comfy and roomy feels natural to me
And I can't explain
It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill
I love him because he's, I don't know
Because he's just my Bill
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dave schaumann
In article <320b94c1...@news.igs.net>,
Wayne Garvin <wga...@kw.igs.net> wrote:
|jets...@aol.com (JetS1651) wrote:
|
|>I am searching for the lyrics to "My Boy Bill" by Rodgers and Hammerstein
|>from the musical "Carousel."
|
|I'm not very knowledgeable about musicals so I did some searching on the
|web. According to the list of songs from "Carousel" at:
|
| http://ReedyCreek.stanford.edu/Carousel/CslMusicalNums.html
|
|there is no song called "My Boy Bill" or anything similar.
I beleive the song referred to is called "Soliloquy" in that list.
-Dave
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wga...@kw.igs.net (Wayne Garvin) wrote:
>jets...@aol.com (JetS1651) wrote:
>
>>I am searching for the lyrics to "My Boy Bill" by Rodgers and Hammerstein
>>from the musical "Carousel."
>
>I'm not very knowledgeable about musicals so I did some searching on the
>web. According to the list of songs from "Carousel" at:
>
> http://ReedyCreek.stanford.edu/Carousel/CslMusicalNums.html
>
>possibly be referring to the song called "Bill" from "Show Boat"? It
>contains the line "He's just my Bill, an ordinary boy".
>
The song is called "Soliloquy" in the musical. I think it's the last
song in the first act.
Anna
Isis Osiris
Sorry it took so long, but it took me a while to type it into the computer.
If you need any other songs from Carousel, I have the script.
Isis
afn1...@afn.org
SOLILOQUY
I wonder what he'll think of me!
I guess he'll call me
"The old man"-
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father-
Well, I can!
I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spit an' image
Of his Dad-
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin' headed father
Ever had.
I'll teach him to wrassle
And dive through a wave
When we go in the mornin' for our swim.
His mother can teach him
The way to behave,
But she won't make a sissy out o' him-
Not him!
Not my boy!
Not Bill...
Bill!
My boy, Bill!
(I will see
that he's named
After me,
I will!)
My boy Bill-
He'd be tall
And as tough
As a tree,
Will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow,
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground,
And you won't see no-
body dare to try
To boss him or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around!
I don't give a damn what he does,
As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail,
Or work on a rail,
With a hammer, a-hammerin' spikes.
He can ferry a boat on the river,
Or peddle a pack on his back,
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack-
He can haul a scow along a canal,
Run a cow around a corral,
Or maybe bark for a carousel-
Of course it takes talent to do THAT well.
He might be champ of the heavyweights,
Or a feller that sells you glue,
Or President of the United States-
That'd be all right, too-
His mother'd like that. But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be!
Not Bill!
My boy Bill-
He'd be tall
And as tough
As a tree
Will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow,
With his head held high,
And his feet planted firm on the ground,
And you won't see no-
body done to try
To boss him or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bastad'll boss him
around!
And I'm damned if he'll marry his boss's daughter.
A skinny lipped virgin with blood like water,
Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a LORGNETTE-
Say! Why am I takin' on like this?
My kid ain't even been born yet!
I can see him
When he's seventeen or so
And startin' in to go
With a girl.
I can give him
Lots o' pointers, very sound,
On the way to get 'round
Any girl.
I can tell him-
Wait a minute! Could it be-?
What the hell! What if he
Is a girl!
Bill!
Oh, Bill!
What would I do with her? What could I do FOR her? A bum-with no money!
You can have fun with a son,
But you got to be a FATHER
To a girl!
She mightn't be so bad at that-
A kid with ribbons
In her hair,
A kind o' sweet and petite
Little tin-type of her mother-
What a pair!
I can just hear myself braggin' about her.
My little girl,
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she.
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!
Dozens of boys pursue her,
Many a likely lad
Does what he can to woo her
From her faithful dad.
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers of two and three-
But my little girl
Gets hungry every night
And she comes home to me!
My little girl!
My little girl!
I got to get ready before she comes!
I got to make certain that she
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums
Like me!
She's got to be sheltered and fed and dressed
In the best that money can buy!
I never know how to get money,
But I'll try-
By God! I'll try!
I'll go out and make it
Or steal it or take it
Or die!