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Chorus: Make mine music

make mine music

and my heart will sing

make mine music

and it's always spring

all the world goes romancing

when melody fills the night

and even the stars go dancing

to the music of the moonlight

make mine music

and I'll dream of you

make mine music

and the dream comes true

music will play the shadows away

when everything seems to go wrong

so make mine music

and life will be a song

make mine music

ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh ooh-ooh

Woman: Roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

in the deep

where sleepy shadows roam

chorus: Ah-ah-ah-ah

while we roll blue bayou

in your dreamy light

memories echo

in my heart

tonight

man: I hear the echo of

our song of love

-murmuring low -chorus: Murmuring, murmuring low

man: And here am I

still haunted by

the ghost of long ago

woman: Roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

roll the blue

and sleepy shadows home

chorus: Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

oh-oh

roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

in the deep

where sleepy shadows roam

while we roll blue bayou

in your dreamy light

memories echo

in my heart tonight

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh-ooh

roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

roll the blue

and sleepy shadows home

Roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

roll the blue

and sleepy shadows home

across the blue moon

Boy!

Hey!

Man: Hop in the old jalop and

woman: Head for the malted shop and

chorus: All the catsjoin in

down goes my last two bits

comes up one banana split

and all the cats join in

Drop your Jack in the old jukebox

Play your favorite disc

when you dance with the Bobby socks

you dance at your own risk

rip, everybody swing

yes, swing till the rafters ring

and all the cats join in

Chorus: Rafters ringin' how they're swingin'

all the cats join in

Man: I'm so lonely and blue

when I'm without you

I don't know what I'd do

sweetheart, without you

the joy and tears

that love endears

would have no meaning

if I didn't have you

to keep me dreaming

at the close of each day

when I'm without you

and my heart kneels to pray

I pray about you

you take a star

and lead it far away from heaven

and the star will be lost

as I'm lost without you

At the close of each day

when I'm without you

and my heart kneels to pray

I pray about you

you take a star

and lead it far away from heaven

and the star will be lost

as I'm lost without you

Chorus: Oh, whata lark to ride out to the park

And just to see Casey

they travel for miles and they stand in the aisles

And just to see Casey

the ladies don't understand baseball a bit

they don't know a strike from a foul or a hit

but when they see Casey that game has got it

Casey the pride of them all

man: All...

Narrator: The outlook wasn't brilliant for the mudville nine that day.

The score was four to two with but one inning left to play.

Listen, ya bunch of bush ieaguers.

This here is the 9th inning, in case you don't know it.

It's the windup, the blow off.

Come on now, unbutton your shirts. Now get in there and fight.

Who's up next? Cooney!

Narrator: The coach was really worried when cooney went to bat,

but all he had to offer was 300 pounds of fat.

Ah, but cooney was determined. He tried to do his worst.

He kept his batting average, all right.

And as usual,

died at first.

- You're out! - Visitor: Attaboy!

Uh, hurray for our side! Hurray, hurray!

- Aw, shut up! - Sit down!

Kill the ump, the burn! I'll kick the stuffin's out of him.

Spectator: Yeah, run that guy outta town on the rails.

Narrator: Barrows was the next one up and barrows made a hit.

Wow, he smacked a beauty right in the pitcher's mitt.

You're out!

- All: Boo! - There goes the...

Narrator: A straggling few got up to go,

ah, but the loyal fans stood pat.

They'd put up even money now were Casey at the bat.

Ah, but Flynn preceded Casey,

of all the stupid guys.

The bat is getting in his hair.

Now the hair is getting in his bat.

Egad, he let drive a single much to his own surprise.

Safe!

Narrator: The next one in the lineup was no-hit Jimmy Blake.

Of all the mugs in mudville, he was the biggest fake.

But he was really blazing and to the wonderment of all...

Blake the fake tore the cover off the ball!

And when the dust had lifted and they saw what had occurred,

there was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-huggin' third.

Cozy, isn't it?

You're safe!

We want Casey! We want Casey!

We want Casey!

Chorus: Oh

Casey's the guy with his eye on the ball

Colon na: But mostly the ladies

chorus: Casey's the guy who's the idol of all

Colon na: But mostly the ladies

chorus: Casey is mighty and manly

Casey's a dangerous gent

colonna: Egad, when he goes to bat hang on to your hat

he's batting a thousand percent with the ladies

oh, Casey has nerve and he knows every curve

He's no hokeypokey

He gets away with that old double play

He's sure okeydokey

chorus: He makes all the ladies go ga-ga, it's true

no wonder they swoon when he comes into view

colonna: He was the Sinatra of 1902

all: Casey, the pride of them all

Narrator: The pitcher's nerves were jagged and his knees began to shake.

Hey, can't catch me! Can't catch me!

One eye was watching Flynn

and the other eye, watching Blake.

While the frightened pitcher ground the ball into his hip,

defiance gleamed in Casey's eye.

A sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now, the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air.

And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman, the ball unheeded sped.

"That ain't my style," said Casey.

St-t-t-t-rike one!

Narrator: The umpire said.

From the benches black with people,

there went up a mighty roar,

like the beating of the ocean on a stem and distant shore.

Kill him! Kill the umpire!

Narrator: Yelled a cutie from the stands.

And it's likely they'd have killed him, had not Casey raised

his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity,

great Casey's visage shone.

He stilled the rising tumult and bade the game go on.

He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew.

But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, quote...

St-t-t-t-t-trike two!

Narrator: Unquote.

"Fraud, " cried the maddened thousands, and the echo answered, "fraud!"

But one scornful look from Casey...

And the audience was awed.

They saw his face go stem and cold.

They saw his muscles strain.

And they knew that Casey would not let that ball go by again.

All: Ooh!

Narrator: The sneer is gone from Casey's lip.

His teeth are clenched in hate.

He pounds with cruel violence, his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go.

And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow!

Women: Somewhere in this favored land

the sun is shining bright

Narrator: Ah, yes.

Women: Somewhere bands are playing sweet

full chorus: And somewhere hearts are light

colonna: Somewhere men are laughing

Somewhere children shout

But there is no joy in mudville.

Mighty Casey has struck out!

All: Casey, the pride of them all

colonna: All...

What do you know? The game is over.

Woman: Two silhouettes

together in the afterglow

two silhouettes

become as one

when lights are low

and with the night slumbering on

we'll build a dream for two

a perfect dream set to a theme

lovely as you

two hearts on fire

will soon inspire

the stars to dance

the flames that stray will light the way

to our romance

and when I hold you in my arms

to my heart's delight

two silhouettes will drift away

into the night

Two hearts on fire

will soon inspire

the stars to dance

the flames that stray will light the way

to our romance

and when I hold you in my arms

to my heart's delight

two silhouettes

will drift away

into the night

will drift away

into the night

Narrator: Now, this is a story of, uh, uh, uh,

uh, Peter and the wolf.

As you know, in the musical score of Peter and the wolf,

each character is represented

by a corresponding instrument in the orchestra.

Peter, by the string quartet.

The bird, whose name is sascha,

by a flute, way up high.

Sonia, the duck, by an oboe, like this.

And here is Ivan, the cat, represented by a clarinet...

In a very low...

Ahem, in a very low register.

Grandpapa is an old bassoon.

The shooting of the hunters' guns, by the kettledrums.

And there is also a wolf.

Little does that wolf know

what's in store for him this day.

For our hero, little Peter, armed to the teeth,

is setting forth to capture him.

Uh-oh. There seems to have been a change of plans.

For Peter's grandpapa thinks that little boys like Peter

should not go out to hunt the wolf.

This is very embarrassing for a great hunter.

And this is sascha, the little bird we told you about.

Excitable little chap, isn't he?

Forgetful too.

Narrator: "Hello, petie. What goes? Where ya goin', huh?

"Can I go, petie? Can 1? Huh?

"Oh, boy! A gun! Loaded too!

"Going hunting? Ohh! That's for me!"

"Everything's okay, petie. Come on. Let's go!"

Narrator: The wolf!

But it isn't the wolf at all.

It's only Sonia the duck.

"Hello, Sonia." "Hello, petie."

Now Sonia wants to join the party.

Imagination is a wonderful thing!

But sometimes it can run away with you.

"You coward!"

Now who's this?

Oh, it can't be...

Oh, no. It's Ivan the cat!

Hello, Ivan!

Ivan's a peaceful, fun-loving sort.

Maybe a little shy on brains.

You know the type. Hey! Look out, sascha!

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

Oh, how can they ever get any place

if they're going to fight among themselves?

"Ivan, you ought to be ashamed!

"You big bully! You cat-in-the-grass!"

"Come on, sascha. Ivan's sorry. He won't do it again."

And so, once more,

our little band of intrepid hunters sets forth to find the wolf.

And they find him.

Sonia! Sonia! Behind you!

Look out!

W-o-I-f!

Oh! That wolf is everywhere!

Peter, do something!

Oh, no. Look, Peter, why don't ya...

Look, maybe if you could... Then maybe Peter... oh, well.

Peter, don't just stand that way!

And don't stand that way either!

Oh, Sonia! This is no time to relax!

Poor Sonia!

Well, that's one gone.

Goodbye, Sonia.

Will this crime go unavenged?

Not if little sascha can help it.

You, you, you beast!

Take this and this and this!

How do you like this, eh?

And this, eh?

How about this, eh?

Not so good, eh?

Good work, sascha!

Uh-oh. Trouble!

Sascha! Sascha, get up!

Get up! Get out of there!

Look out, please, for overconfidence.

Oh!

This is bad. This is very bad.

Saved!

Just when things are looking blackest...

Hark! What's that we hear?

What's this we see?

The hunters! Mischa, yascha, and vladamir!

That's vladamir in the middle.

"Wait a minute. I'll show you.

"W—o-I-f. Wolf!"

"Wolf?

"To the rescue!"

Oh, Peter, you're safe! You've captured the wolf!

Oh, happy day!

I think I'll say that again.

Oh, happy day!

Oh, Peter, what a hero!

You too, Ivan.

Everybody's happy...

Except the wolf!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

But little sascha isn't happy.

He's thinking of his lost playmate,

Sonia.

Sonia.

"Sonia?

"Sonia! Oh, then you're not dead!

"You're safe! Oh, Sonia.

"This is the most wonderful, wonderful day!

"The wolf is captured! Peter caught him!"

Man: One, two, three.

Women: Johnnie fedora met Alice bluebonnet

in the window of a department store

'twas love at first sight

and they promised one night

they'd be sweethearts for evermore

Johnnie would serenade Alice

too-ra-lay, too-ra-lie too-ra-loo

he sang of a beautiful palace

of a beautiful hatbox for two

but Johnnie fedora lost Alice bluebonnet

to a patron of the department store

her beauty was sought by

the girl she was bought by

for 23.94

Johnnie, oh, Johnnie

your Alice bluebonnet

will always be waiting for you

so, don't give up hoping

and don't give up dreaming

for true love will come

smiling through

Johnnie fedora was lonely and stranded

in the window of the department store

when lo and behold

he was suddenly sold

and his heart became gay once more

Johnnie sang out like a Robin

Too-ra-lay, too-ra-lie too-ra-loo

to strangers he'd come up a-bobbin'

oh!

I thought you were someone I knew

he looked for her uptown and crosstown and downtown

from the Brooklyn bridge to the Jersey shore

it all seemed in vain till he heard the refrain

of the song Alice sang of yore

Johnnie, oh, Johnnie

your Alice bluebonnet

will always be waiting for you

so, don't give up hoping

and don't give up dreaming

for true love will come

smiling through

(Crowd screaming

Johnnie kept yearning he kept on returning

to the window of the department store

his voice became hushed

he was literally crushed

and it started to rain and pour

each place he went he kept calling

too-ra-lay, too-ra-lie too-ra-loo, la-la-la

his spirits kept falling and falling

for his Alice was nowhere in view

but, hey, nonnie-nonnie an iceman found Johnnie

and he cut him to fit on his horse's ears

'twas done without malice

for beside him was Alice

and they lived on for years and years

Da, da-da-da da-da-da-da

-da-da-da-da-da-da-da -driver: Hyah!

You Johnnie fedoras

you Alice bluebonnets

whenever you find yourself blue

you'll find it's June in December

if you'll just remember

That true love will come smiling through

that true love will come smiling through

Eddy: Ahh

This is how it all began

just a little back-page item

about a voice that sang at sea

and then this fantastic news

appeared on the front page

and then in screaming headlines

extry! Read all about it!

Paped

a singing whale

-what do ya know -imagine that

I don't believe it

I don't believe it

for who ever heard of an operatic whale

I don't believe it

I don't believe it

then headline followed headline

Then doctors and experts

and men of anatomical biology

debated and argued -

And quoted ichthyology

impossible, preposterous

we savagely deny it

magnificent, miraculous

we certainly certify it

and even the great impresario

of the grand opera

raised an eyebrow

and tried and tried to figure it out

Hmm. This a-whale,

she's a-maybe swallow the opera singer.

That's it!

This a-whale, she's a-swallow the opera singer!

I find-a the great signor donatelli in the fish market.

I discover the great lilli galli in the honky tonky.

Then why not I find the opera singer

in the belly of a whale, huh?

I do it!

Oh, get-a me a great big schooner

and get-a me a good harpooner

photographers and reporters from all the newspapers

publicity, publicity

publicity

Narrator: Publicity, yes.

But to whitey the sea gull, it was opportunity, the big opportunity

for his friend, Willie the whale.

There was no time to lose.

He must bring these two together.

Well, there was tetti tatti now.

And tetti tatti was in for a wonderful surprise.

Because Willie hadn't swallowed any opera singer.

He could really sing. Listen.

Willie: Mammy's little baby loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby loves shortenin' bread

mammy's little baby loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby loves shortenin' bread

two little children lyin' in bed

one of 'em sick and the other 'most dead

call for the doctor the doctor said

feed them children on shortenin' bread

mammy's little baby loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby loves shortenin' bread

Mammy's little baby loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby loves

shortenin' bread

mmm!

Narrator: After all these years

of casting his shortenin' bread upon the waters, now, at last,

success lay just over the waves.

"Willie! Willie! Willie, look!

"That's you, Willie. He's looking for you.

"It's your big opportunity.

"Willie's going to be a great star.

"Our Willie, going to sing grand opera!"

Goodbye, my friends I'm off to be discovered

tra-ia-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm off to be discovered

narrator: At last, the long years of patient waiting

and the endless hours of faithful practice

were about to be rewarded.

As Willie sped to his audition,

he wondered what he should sing for his opening number.

What would impress this impresario?

How about a bit of "figaro"?

Yes, sure, "figaro."

La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

there she's a-blows! There she's a-blows!

Figaro! Figaro!

Figaro!

Figaro, figaro, figaro.

Figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro!

Figaro!

Shoot-a the whale!

Willie: Figaro!

Figaro! Hey!

Figaro!

Hurry up! Hurry up! Rescue the opera singer!

All: Shh!

Don't a-worry! We'll a-save you!

La-ia ia-iaaaa

bravo!

Bravissimo! Bravo!

Narrator: Ah, but they hadn't heard the half of it.

Well, they hadn't even heard a third of it.

For Willie was no ordinary singing whale.

Willie could sing in three separate voices.

-La-la-la-la-la-la -narrator: Tenor.

-La-la-la-la-la-la -narrator: Baritone.

-La-la-la-la-la-la -narrator: And bass.

La-ia

why, Willie was a singing miracle!

Tetti tatti: Let-a me up!

This is a-mutiny!

Mamma Mia!

He's a-swallowed two opera singers!

He's a-swallowed three opera singers!

Narrator: Stubborn, deluded tetti tatti.

For right there before his very eyes

was the biggest discovery in all musical history.

Just imagine, a whale

singing opera on the very stage of the met.

Crowd: Bravo!

Bravo! Bravissimo!

Ah, mio core

ah, dolore

ahh

Io pian...

Go

-Tristan -isolde

-geliebter -geliebter

Je suis mefisto

roi de I'enfer

je veux

ta

Vie

I got him! I got him!

Vittoria!

Vittoria!

Narrator: Now Willie will never sing at the met.

But don't be too harsh on tetti tatti.

He just didn't understand.

You see, Willie's singing was a miracle,

and people aren't used to miracles.

And you, faithful little friend, don't be too sad.

Because miracles never really die.

And somewhere, in whatever heaven is reserved

for creatures of the deep,

Willie is still singing

in a hundred voices, each more golden than before.

And he'll go on singing

amid the applause and the cheering

forever.