Ladies and their Sensitivities
Judge (spoken)
Walk home with me, for I have news for you
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry Johanna next Monday
Beadle (spoken)
Ah, sir happy news
Judge (spoken)
Strange, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance
Beadle (sung)
Excuse me my lord
May I request my lord
Permission my lord to speak?
Forgive me if I suggest my lord
You're looking less than your best my lord
There's powder upon your vest my lord
And stubble upon your cheek
And ladies my lord
Are weak
Judge (spoken)
Perhaps if she greets me cordially upon my return I shall give her a small gift
Beadle (sung)
Ladies in their sensitivities my lord
Have a fragile sensibility
When a girl's emergent
Probably it's urgent
You differ to her gentility, my lord
Personal disorder cannot be ignored
Given their gentile proclivities
Meaning no offense
It happens they resents it
Ladies in their sensitivities my lord
Judge (spoken)
Stubble you say?
Perhaps at times I am over hasty with my morning ablutions
Beadle (sung)
Fret not though my lord
I know a place my lord
A barber my lord of sk**
Thus armed with a shaven face my lord
Some eau de cologne to grace my lord
And musk to enhance the chase my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until
Judge (spoken)
Until??
Beadle (sung)
She bows to your every will
Judge (spoken)
Perhaps you may be right, take me to him