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Allegro
Music: Richard Rodgers
Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein II
Book: Oscar Hammerstein II
Premiere: Friday, October 10, 1947
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A FELLOW NEEDS A GIRL

A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side at the end ot a weary day,
To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say
A fellow needs a girl to hold in his arms when the rest of his world goes wrong,
To hold in his armsand know that she believes that her fellow is wise and strong.
When things go right and his job's well done, he wants to share the prize he's won.
If no one shares and no one cares,
Where's the fun ot a job well done?
Or a prize you've won?
A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home,
But to make this dream come true.
A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl.
My kind of girl is you.

SO FAR

We have nothing to remember, so far, so far.
So far we haven't walked by night and shared the light of a star.
So far,your heart has never fluttered so near,
So near that my own heart alone could hear it.
We haven't gone beyond the very beginning.
We've just begun to know how lucky we are
So we have nothing to remember so far, so far.
But now I'm face to face with you
And now at last we've met.
And now wecan look forward to the things well never for - get!


THE GENTLEMAN IS A DOPE

The gentleman is a dope a man of many faults.
A clumsy Joe who wouldn't know a Rhumba from a Waltz.
The gentleman is a dope and not my cup of tea
(Why do I get in a dither?
He doesn't belong to me!)

The gentleman isn't bright
He doesn't know the score.
A Cake will come, He'll take a crumb
And never ask for more.
The gentleman's eyes are blue
But little do they see
(Why am I beating my brains out?
He doesn't belong to me!)

He's somebody else's problem,
She's welcome to the guy!
She'll never understand him half as well as I
The gentleman is a dope
He isn't very smart
He's just a a lug you like to hug
And hold againsl you heart,
The gentleman is a dope doesn't know
How happy he could.
Look at me!
Crying my eyes out,
As if he belonged to me.
Asif
He'll never belong to me.

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