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MARY POPPINS
SONG LYRICS
Written by:
Richard M. Sherman and Robert B.
Sherman
A British Bank
Mr. Banks:
A British bank is run with precision
A British
home requires nothing less!
Tradition, discipline, and rules must
be the tools
Without them - disorder! Chaos!
Moral
disintegration!
In short, we have a ghastly mess!
Mary
Poppins:
I quite agree!
Mr. Banks:
The children must be
molded, shaped and taught
That life's a looming battle to be
faced and fought
If they must go on outings
These outings
ought to be
Fraught with purpose, yes and practicality!
These
silly words like superca...
Superca... superca...
Mary
Poppins:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Mr.
Banks:
Yes, well done, you said it!
And popping through
pictures
Have little use, fulfill no basic need!
They've got
to learn the honest truth
Despite their youth
They must
learn...
Mary Poppins:
About the life you lead!
Mr.
Banks:
Exactly!
Mary Poppins:
They must feel the thrill
of totting up a balanced book
A thousand ciphers neatly in a
row
When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up
Their
little cup of joy should overflow!
Mr
Banks:
Precisely!
Mary Poppins:
It's time they learned
to walk in your footstep
Mr Banks:
My
footsteps!
Mary Poppins:
To tread your straight and narrow
path with pride
Mr Banks:
With pride!
Mary
Poppins:
Tomorrow, just as you suggest pressed and
dressed
Jane and Michael will be at your side.
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A Man Has Dreams
Mr. Banks and Mr. Dawes Sr:
A man has dreams of walking with
giants
To carve his niche in the edifice of time
Before the
mortar of his zeal
Has a chance to congeal
The cup is dashed
from his lips
The flame is snuffed aborning
He's brought to
rack and ruin in his prime
My world was calm, well ordered,
exemplary
Then came this person, with chaos in her wake
And
now my life's ambitions go with one fell blow
It's quite a bitter
pill to take
A spoonful of sugar that is all it takes
It
changes bread and water into tea and cakes
A spoonful of
sugar goes a long, long way
'Ave yourself a 'ealthy 'elpin' ev'ry
day
You're a man of 'igh position
Esteemed by your
peers
And when your little tykes are cryin'
You 'aven't time
to dry their tears
And see them grateful little faces
Smilin'
up at you
Because their dad, 'e always knows
Just what to
do
You've got to grind, grind, grind
At that
grindstone
Though child'ood slips like sand through a
sieve
And all too soon they've up grown
And then they've
flown
And it's too late for you to give
Just that spoonful of
sugar
To 'elp the medicine go down
The medicine go down, the
medicine go down.
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Fidelity Fiduciary Bank
Mr. Dawes Sr, Mr. Banks and Bankers:
If you invest your
tuppence
Wisely in the bank
Safe and sound
Soon that
tuppence,
Safely invested in the bank,
Will
compound
And you'll achieve that sense of conquest
As your
affluence expands
In the hands of the directors
Who invest as
propriety demands
You see, Michael, you'll be part
of
Railways through Africa
Dams across the Nile
Fleets of
ocean greyhounds
Majestic, self-amortizing canals
Plantations
of ripening tea
All from tuppence, prudently
Fruitfully,
frugally invested
In the, to be specific,
In the Dawes,
Tomes
Mousely, Grubbs
Fidelity Fiduciary Bank!
Now,
Michael,
When you deposit tuppence in a bank account
Soon
you'll see
That it blooms into credit of a generous
amount
Semiannually
And you'll achieve that sense of
stature
As your influence expands
To the high financial
strata
That established credit now commands
You can
purchase first and second trust deeds
Think of the
foreclosures!
Bonds! Chattels! Dividends!
Shares!
Bankruptcies! Debtor sales!
Opportunities!
All
manner of private enterprise!
Shipyards! The
mercantile!
Collieries! Tanneries!
Incorporations!
Amalgamations! Banks!
You see, Michael
Tuppence,
patiently, cautiously trustingly invested
In the, to be
specific,
In the Dawes, Tomes
Mousely, Grubbs
Fidelity
Fiduciary Bank!
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Pavement Artist
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
Chim chim cher-oo!
I does
what I likes and I likes what I do
Today I'm a screever and
as you can see
A screever's an artist of 'ighest degree
And
it's all me own work
From me own memory
Chim chim-in-ey,
chim chim-in-ey
Chim chim cher-oo!
I draws what I likes and I
likes what I drew
No remuneration do I ask of you
But me cap
would be glad of a copper or two
Chim chim-in-ey, chim
chim-in-ey
Chim chim cher-oo!
La dum, de da dum
da da da da
dum
Mmm hmm...
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The Life I Lead
Mr.Banks:
I feel a surge of deep satisfaction
Much as a
king astride his noble steed
When I return from daily strife to
heart and wife
How pleasant is the life I lead!
Mrs.
Banks:
[Spoken]
Dear, it's about the children...
Mr.
Banks:
Yes, yes, yes!
[Sung]
I run my home precisely on
schedule
At 6:01, I march through my door
My slippers, sherry,
and pipe are due at 6:02
Consistent is the life I
lead!
It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910
King Edward's
on the throne;
It's the age of men
I'm the lord of my
castle
The sov'reign, the liege!
I treat my subjects:
servants, children, wife
With a firm but gentle hand
Noblesse
oblige!
It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion
Are
scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed
And so I'll pat them on
the head
And send them off to bed
Ah! Lordly is the life I
lead!
A British nanny must be a gen'ral!
The future empire
lies within her hands
And so the person that we need to mold the
breed
Is a nanny who can give commands!
A British bank is
run with precision
A British home requires nothing
less!
Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the
tools
Without them - disorder!
Catastrophe! Anarchy! -
In
short, we have a ghastly mess!
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