Thoroughly Modern Millie

Thoroughly Modern Millie

There are those I suppose
Think we're mad Heaven knows
The world has gone To rack and to ruin

What we think is chic, unique and quite adorable
They think is odd and sodom and gomorrah-able
But the fact is
Everything today is thoroughly modern
Check your personality
Everything today makes yesterday slow
Better face reality.
It's not insanity Says Vanity Fare
In fact, it's stylish
To raise your skirts and bob your hair.
In a rumble seat, the world is so cozy
If the boy is kissable
And that tango dance they wouldn't allow
Now is quite permissible.
Goodbye, good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern Millie now!

Everything today is thoroughly modern
Bands are gettin' jazzier
Everything today is starting to go
Cars are gettin' snazzier
Men say it's criminal
What women'll do.
What they're forgetting is
This is Nineteen Twenty-Two.

Have you seen the way they kiss in the movies?
Isn't it delectable?
Painting lips and pencil lining your brow
Now is quite respectable.
Goodbye good'-goody girl
I'm changing and how!
So beat the drums
Coz here comes thoroughly modern Millie now!


Jimmy

Jimmy, oh Jimmy, Silly boy,
Gee, what a real swell guy.

Jimmy, oh Jimmy,
Oh, what joy,
He makes your troubles fly.

His glance has fireworks in it.
We kiss, my heart does a whiz-bang,
Flip-flop, heaven-for-a-minute.

Jimmy, oh Jimmy,
Don't you know
What I can't quite confess?
So coax me, implore me,
I promise you won't bore me.
Oh, Jimmy, I might say 'Yes'.

His glance has fireworks in it.
We kiss, my heart does a whiz-bang,
Flip-flop, heaven-for-a-minute.

Jimmy, oh Jimmy,
Don't you know
What I can't quite confess?
So coax me, implore me,
I promise you won't bore me.
Oh, Jimmy, I might say 'Yes'.


The Tapioca

Jimmy:
I was just passing the hotel, going no where, killing time, when I heard your snappy music.

Millie:
You mean you don't know anyone here?

Jimmy:
Sure, you. Dance?

Millie:
Well, I studied ballroom and tap back home, but I'm not up on the latest dances.

Jimmy:
Good, I always make up my own anyway. Give me a name.

Millie:
What for?

Jimmy:
For our new dance!

Millie:
Gosh, I've never named a dance before, or anything.

Jimmy:
Well, what did you have for dinner?

Millie:
Franks.

Jimmy:
Franks? Franks, franks, franks, franks. No, what else?

Millie:
Saurkraut.

Jimmy:
Saurkraut? Saurkraut. No. What else?

Millie:
Oh, I had tapioca for pudding.

Jimmy:
Tapioca?
Join me in the Tapioca?
Everybody tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tapioca,
Everybody, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slapioca.
If ya got the dap, dap, dap-dap-dappier flappers flap-flap-flappier
Everyone is happier when the do the tap tapioca.
When they do the flap flapioca.
Tap, tap, tap, tapioca,
Slap, slap, slap, slapioca,
Tap, tap, tap, tap the tapioca.

Let's pretend we've got a bowl, we're gonna have some sport.
Ha!
Add trumpled licks and a rag-time beat, let's say about a quart.
Yeah!
Ya stir and stir it with your knee, adding a bump or two.
Ya heat it, mash it, beat it, smash it, if there's a lump or two.

Don't let the temperature drop to many degrees,
Or you'll wind up with what is called the frozen tapioca freeze!
Everybody, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap tapioca, everybody freeze!
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap slapioca everybody freeze!


Jazz Baby

My daddy was a rag-time trombone player,
My mommy was a rag-time cabaret-er.
They met one day at a tango tea,
There was a syncopated wedding,
And then came me!

Folks think the way I walk is a fad,
But it's a birthday present from my mommy and dad-dy.

I'm a jazz baby, little jazz baby, that's me.
There's something in the tone of a saxophone
That makes me do a little wiggle all my own!
'Cause I'm a jazz baby,
Full of jazz-bo harmony.
That "Walk The Dog" and "Ball The Jack" that caused all the talk
Is just a copy of the way I naturally walk!
'Cause I'm a jazz baby, little jazz baby that's me!

Rock to sleep while the cradle went to and fro,
To and fro to the tune of the tickle-toe.
Ever since I started into grow,
Love to hear the music playing, see my dear old mammy swayin'!
Razz-ma-tazz, that's all I ever knew,
All day long I never would get through
Jazz-ma-tazz, that's all I want to do,
So play me a little jazz!!

Jazz baby, full of jazz-bo harmony.
The wailin' of the saxes when those fellas go mad
Cannot compare with what I got from mommy and dad.
So hear this jazz baby,
Little jazz Baby, that's me.


Poor Butterfly

Trevor:
That Miss Dorothy, Great scot!
That Miss Dorothy.
Pretty as a peach and skin to beat the band!
Perfect little pippen.

Millie:
Perfect.

Trevor:
What a dandy little bundle for a fella to cuddle.

Millie:
Dandy.

Trevor:
Say, imagine all that sweet softness in your arms, uh? Ah.

Millie:
Yes, well I'll type up this survey report right away then, Mr. Graydon.
Original in five?

Trevor:
Don't forget the dinner reservation at the plaza.
Candle-nook room, quiet corner table for two.
I think Miss Dorothy's for the Plaza, don't you?
And John, flowers.

Millie:
There's a florist just around the corner from the hotel, I'll order from them.

Trevor:
That's usin' the old bean, John.
Roses. Pink, plump, long-stemmed, two dozen, in a vase.

Millie:
Poor butterfly, needs the blossoms waiting.
Poor butterfly, for she loved him so.

Plaza Hotel, please. Candlenook Room.

The moments pass in to hours, the hours pass into years.

Candlenook Room?
Mr. Trevor Graydon would like to order a quiet, corner table for two.
Tonight, seven-thirty. Thank you.

And as she smiles through her tears, she murmurs low.
The moon and I know that he be faithful.
I know he come to me by and by.

Flowerbox, please.

But if he don't come back, Then I never sigh or cry.

Flowerbox?
Mr. Trevor Graydon would like to order some roses.
Two dozen, long-stemmed, pink. On the fat side!

I just must die, Poor butterfly!


Rose of Washington Square

They call me Rose of Washington Square.
I'm withering there, in basement air I'm fading.
Pose in plain or fancy clothes?
They say my turned up nose
It seems to please artistic people.
Foes, I've plenty of those.
With second-hand clothes, and nice long hair!
I've got those Broadway vampires last to the mast. I've got no future, but oh! What a past.
I'm Rose of Washington Square.


Baby Face

Chorus:
Hallelujah, hallelujah!

Millie:
Babyface, you've got the cutest little Babyface.
There is no other one could take your place, Babyface.

Chorus:
Hallelujah!

Millie:
You sure have started something, Babyface,
I'm up in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace.
I didn't need a shove cause I just fell in love
With your pretty Baby!

Chorus:
Hallelujah!

Millie:
You've got the cutest little!

Chorus:
Hallelujah!

Millie:
There's not another one could take your place, Babyface.

Chorus:
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
(You've got the cutest little!)

Millie:
Alleluia I'm up in heaven when I'm alleluia!
In your fond embrace.
Didn't need a shove, 'cause I fell in love
With your pretty
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, Babyface.

Chorus:
Hallelujah!

Millie:
Boop-boop-ee-doop!


Do It Again

Oh, do it again!
I may say "No, no, no, no, no,"
But do it again.

My lips just ache to have you take
The kiss that's waiting for you.
You know if you do you won't regret it.
Come and get it!
Oh, no one is near.
I may cry "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
But no one will hear.
My mommy'd scold me 'cause she told me
It was naughty, but then,
Oh, do it again!
Please do it again!

Oh, do it again!
I may say "No, no, no, no, no,"
But do it again.
My mommy'd scold me 'cause she told me
It was naughty, but then,
Oh, do it again! Please, do it again!