Does anyone want to sing some show tunes?

[StopTheMorans]

well, since certain gay DUers are taking sports away from heterosexual males like me, I guess I need to find a new interest. Can anyone help me, I don't know any :cry:

[Az]

1. Here is one... mind ya, people are still gonna look at you funny

Attend the tale of Sweeny Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
Who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod,
Did Sweeny Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

He kept a shop in London Town
Of fancy clients and good renown.
And what if none of their souls were saved?
They went to their
Maker impeccably shaved by Sweeny,
By Sweeny Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Swing your razor wide, Sweeny,
Hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.

His need were few, his room was bare:
a lavabo and a fancy chair,
A mug of suds and a leather strop,
An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop.
For neatness, he deserves a nod.
Does Sweeny Todd,, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

In conspicuous Sweeny was,
Quick and quite and clean 'e was.
Back of his smile, under his word,
Sweeny heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeny pondered and Sweeny planned,
Like a perfect machine 'e planned
Sweeny was smooth, Sweeny was subtle,
Sweeny would blink and rats would scuttle.
Sweeny! Sweeny! Sweeny! Sweeny!
Sweeny!

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
He served a dark and a vengeful god.
What happened then, well that's the play,
And he wouldn't want us to give it away. Not Sweeney,
Not Sweeney Todd, The demon barber of Fleet Street.

[Misunderestimator]

4. One of my favorite musicals!

:thumbsup:

[jonnyblitz]

2. some of us gay dudes don't like sports OR showtunes..

:P :hi:

[StopTheMorans]

3. well, what DO you like?

besides the obvious :P :hi:

[jonnyblitz]

9. anything but sports and showtunes...nt

[StopTheMorans]

10. how about Cher?

:shrug:

[jonnyblitz]

13. eww..she is showtunes to me. nt

[terrya]

5. If you say that you like Cher...I swear....

I don't know, but...it will be something. :grr:

[StopTheMorans]

6. If only I could turn back time, Terry. If I could find a way...

[trof]

7. There's no business like show business

Like no business I know

Everything about it is appealing
Everything the traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing
That extra bow

There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low

Yesterday they told you you would not go far
That night you open and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star
Let's go on with the show

The cowboys, the wrestlers, the tumblers, the clowns
The roustabouts that move the show at dawn
The music, the spotlight, the people, the towns
Your baggage with the labels pasted on
The sawdust and the horses and the smell
The towel you've taken from the last hotel

There's no business like show business
Like no business I know

You get word before the show has started
That your favorite uncle died at dawn
Top of that, your ma and pa have parted
You're broken-hearted
But you go on

There's no people like show people
They don't run out of dough

Angels come from everywhere with lots of jack
And when you lose it there's no attack
Where could you get money that you don't give back?
Let's go on with the show

The costumes, the scenery, the make-up, the props
The audience that lifts you when you're down
The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops
The sheriff who escorts you out of town
The op'ning when your heart beats like a drum
The closing when the customers won't come

There's no business like show business
Like no business I know

Everything about it is appealing
Everything the traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing
That extra bow

There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low

Even with a turkey that you know will fold
You may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn't 'change for a sack of gold
Let's go on with the show
Let's go on with the show

[aint_no_life_nowhere]

8. Here's a tune George Bush loves to sing in the shower

From West Side Story:

I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty, and witty and gay,
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me today.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming--
It’s alarming how charming I feel,
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I’m real.

[Catchawave]

11. Here ya go:

Enjolras
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

Combeferre
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?

Courfeyrac
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free!!

All
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

Feuilly
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France!

All
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes

Thanks to: http://les-miserables-lyrics.wonderlyrics.com/Do-You-Hear-The-People-Sing.html

[terrya]

12. Oh, ok...this is a big hit at Sidetrack's "Show Tunes Sundays"

Sidetrack's being one of Boystown's more popular watering holes...

This song, "Put on Your Sunday Clothes" is from "Hello Dolly!"...written by a gay composer (Jerry Herman) and, starring in the film version, Ms. Barbra Streisand herself...


Out there, there's a world outside of Yonkers

Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby

There's a slick town, Barnaby

Out there

Full of shine and full of sparkle

Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby

Listen, Barnaby...

Put on your Sunday clothes,

There's lots of world out there

Get out the brillantine and dime cigars

We're gonna find adventure in the evening air

Girls in white in a perfumed night

Where the lights are bright as the stars!

Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town

In one of those new horsedrawn open cars



Cornelius & Barnaby:

We'll see the shows at Delmonicos

And we'll close the town in a whirl

And we won't come until we've kissed a girl!



Dolly:

Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out

Strut down the street and have your picture took

Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about

That Sunday shine is a certain sign

That you feel as fine as you look!



Dolly & Ambrose:

Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile

That makes you feel brand new down to your toes



Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby:

Get out your feathers, your patent leathers

Your beads and buckles and bows

For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday..

No Monday in your Sunday...

No Monday in your Sunday clothes!



Townspeople, All:

Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out

Strut down the street and have your picture took



Dolly,Townspeople, All:

Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about

That Sunday shine is a certain sign

That you feel as fine as you look!

Women:

Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile

All:

That makes you feel brand new down to your toes

Get out your feathers

Your patent leathers

Your beads and buckles and bows

For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!







Children:

Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out

Strut down the street and have your picture took



Women:

Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about



Townspeople, All:

That Sunday shine is a certain sign

That you feel as fine as you look!

Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song

A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose

Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers

Your red suspenders and hose

For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!



Dolly:

Ermengarde, keep smiling. no man wants a little ninny!

Ambrose do a turn, let me see!

Mr.Hackl, Mr.Tucker don't forget Irene and Minnie,

Just forget you ever heard a word from me!

All Aboard!



Townspeople:

All Aboard!



Dolly:

All Aboard!



Townspeople:

All Aboard!



Dolly:

Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!



All:

All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard!



Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there

Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes

We're gonna find adventure in the evening air



Dolly:

To town we'll trot to a smokey spot

Where the girls are hot as a fuse!



All:

WOW



All:

Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff

We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove



Dolly:

We wanna take New York by Storm!



All:

We'll join the Astors

At Tony Pastor's

And this I'm positive of

That we won't come home

No we won't come home

No we won't come home until we fall in love!

[Bunny]

14. Here's another great one:

It ain't so much a question of not knowin' what to do
I knowed what's right and wrong since I been ten
I heared a lot of stories --and I reckon they're true--
About how girls are put upon by men.
I know I mustn't fall into the pit,
But when I'm with a feller...
I fergit!

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
I'm in a turrible fix.
I always say, come on, let's go--
Just when I orta say nix!
When a person tries to kiss a girl,
I know she orta give his face a smack.
But as soon as someone kisses me...
I somehow sorta wanna kiss him back!
I'm jist a fool when lights're low,
I cain't be prissy and quaint--
I ain't the type what can faint--
How can I be what I aint?
I caint' say no!

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Cain't seem to say it at all.
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call.
For a while I act refined and cool,
A-settin' on my velveteen settee--
Then I think of that ol' golden rule...
And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a romeo in a sombrero and chaps--
Soon as I sit in their laps--
Sumpthin' inside of me snaps!
I cain't say no!