The Sondheim Lyrics Chain

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Leighton

People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday...
Self indulgence is better than no indulgence!

KathyB

In the ocean an island waits,
Smooth and sandy and pink.
Filled with lemons and nuts and dates.
Pretty little picture?
Think:

scenicdesign71

We'll have a little pink boy,
Then a little pink girl,
Then another.

A little snub nose
And a little spit curl
Like her mother.


KathyB

I don't even know where that last lyric comes from.  :-[

QFM, so I don't know if I'm getting all the punctuation accurate:

I've some business
With her mother.
See, it's business!
Oh, no doubt!
But the business 
With her mother
Would be hardly the business I'd worry about.

scenicdesign71

#529
Your punctuation looks A-1 to me.

The snub-nosed, spit-curled pink babies were from "Who Could Be Blue?/Little White House", originally sung by one of the young Follies couples, IIRC, as a sticky-sentimental first pass at what later became the perkier, more upbeat four-part counterpoint of "You're Gonna Love Tomorrow"/"Love Will See Us Through".

After being cut from Follies, the original duet was later featured in the 1980 revue Marry Me A Little and preserved on its original cast album.  Later still, that track was included on the 1985 multi-disc compilation A Collector's Sondheim, which is where I became aware of it.


Leighton

There's also a lovely version on the Papermill Follies as a bonus track; it's one of my favourite melodies, and I sing it all the time.
Self indulgence is better than no indulgence!

scenicdesign71

And still you're sorry,
And still you're grateful,
And still you wonder,
And still you doubt.
Then she goes out.

Everything's different,
Nothing's changed.
Only maybe slightly
Rearranged.


KathyB

Nothing's gonna harm you,
No, sir,
Not while I'm around.

Demons are prowling
Everywhere
Nowadays.
I'll send 'em howling,
I don't care--
I got ways.

No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you--
Not to worry,
Whistle, I'll be there.