(Performed by Howard McGillin (Honoré) and Corey Cott (Gaston)
HONORE: Look at all the captivating fascinating things there are to do GASTON: NAME TWO HONORE: Look at all the pleasures All the myriad of treasures we have got GASTON: LIKE WHAT?
Look at Paris in the spring when each solitary thing is more beautiful than ever before You can see every tree almost saying "Look at me!" WHAT COLOR ARE THE TREE? Green! WHAT COLOR WERE THEY LAST YEAR? Green! AND THE NEXT YEAR? Green! IT'S A BORE!
Don't you marvel at the power of the mighty Eiffel Tower Knowing there it will remain evermore! Climbing up to the sky Over ninety stories high HOW MANY STORIES? Ninety! HOW MANY YESTERDAY? Ninety!! AND TOMORROW? Ninety!!! IT'S A BORE!
The River Seine ALL IT CAN DO IS FLOW But think of wine IT'S RED OR WHITE But think of girls! IT'S EITHER YES OR NO AND IF IT'S NO OR IF IT'S YES IT SIMPLY COULDN'T MATTER LESS But think of a race with your horse in seventh place Where the bull is uncontrolled and he charges up and wins with a roar IT'S A BORE!
Life is thrilling as can be SIMPLY NOT MY CUP OF TEA It's a gay, romantic fling IF YOU LIKE THAT SORT OF THING It's intriguing IT'S FATIGUING It's a game! IT'S THE SAME DULL WORLD WHEREVER YOU GO WHATEVER PLACE YOU ARE AT THE EARTH IS ROUND BUT EVERYTHING ON IT IS FLAT
Don't tell me Venice has no lure JUST A TOWN WITHOUT A SEWER The leaning tower I adore INDECISION IS A BORE But think of the thrill in a bullfight in Seville where the bull is uncontrolled and he charges at a bull matador! IT'S A BORE!
Think of lunch beneath the trees! STOP THE CARRIAGE IF YOU PLEASE You mean you don't want to come THE THOUGHT OF LUNCH LEAVES ME NUMB But I implore OH, NO, UNCLE, IT'S A BORE!
GASTON: She's so gay tonight She's like spring tonight She's a rollicking, frollicking thing tonight So disarming, soft and charming She is not thinking of me No, she's not thinking of me
In her eyes tonight There's a glow tonight They're so bright they could light Fountainbleu tonight She's so gracious So vivacious She is not thinking of me
Bless her little heart Crooked to the core Acting out a part What a rollicking, frollicking bore!
She's such fun tonight She's a treat tonight You could spread her on bread She's so sweet tonight So devoted, sugar-coated That it's heart-warming to see Oh, she's simmering with love Oh, she's shimmering with love Oh, she's not thinking of me!
She is not thinking of me Someone has set her on fire Is is Jacques? Is it Paul or Leon? Who's turning her furnace up higher? Oh she's hot but it's not For Gaston!
Oh, she's gay tonight Oh, so gay tonight A gigantic romantic cliche tonight How she blushes How she gushes How she fills me with ennui! She's so ooh la la la la So untrue la la la la! Oh, she's not thinking of me!
(Performed by Victoria Clark (Mamita) and Dee Hoty (Aunt Alicia)
Each time I see a girl of five or six or seven I can't resist the joyous urge to smile and say thank heaven for little girls For little girls get bigger everyday! Thank heaven for little girls They grow up in the most delightful way Those little eyes so helpless and appealing One day will flash and send you crashing through the ceiling Thank heaven for little girls Thank heaven for them all no matter where no matter who Without them, what would little boys do? Thank heaven, Thank heaven, Thank heaven for little girls!
(Performed by Corey Cott (Gaston), Howard McGillin (Honoré), Steffanie Leigh (Liane) and Parisians)
Night in the sky, From the street comes the cry, Of the rooster in search of a hen, And Paris is Paris again.
Stars on their beat, Looking down on the sweet, Intertwining of women and men, And Paris is Paris again.
Lovers in closets, and shoes in the drawer, Screams on the Rue Madeleine, Swords in the park! A shot in the dark! And Paris is Spicily, Vicily Paris again.
Moon burning bright, and like bats in the night, Come the well-feathered drmi-mondaine, And Paris is Paris again.
Ladies you know, arm in arm with ther low Classanovas, meander the Seine, And Paris is Paris again.
Meetings at nine, that tomorrow will be, Meetings with lawyers at ten, Handfulls of hair! A tooth on the chair! And Paris is gallicly, phallicly Paris again.
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The song of the cuckold, is heard in the land, Hailing la vie Parisienne: Joy and remorse, delight and divorce; And Paris is gaudily, bawdily, Physically, Apherodisically Paris again.
(Performed by Victoria Clark (Mamita) and Howard McGillin (Honoré)
HONOR: We met at nine GRANDMAMA: We met at eight HONOR: I was on time GRANDMAMA: No, you were late HONOR: Ah yes, I remember it well. We dined with friends GRANDMAMA: We dined alone. HONOR: A tenor sang GRANDMAMA: A baritone. HONOR: I remember it well. That dazzling April moon! GRANDMAMA: There was none that night. And the month was June HONOR: That's right, that's right. GRANDMAMA: It warms my heart To know that you Remember still The way you do HONOR: Ah yes, I remember it well. How often I've thought of that Friday-- GRANDMAMA: Monday-- HONOR: Night, when we had our last rendezvous And somehow I foolishly wondered if you might By some chance be thinkin' of it too That carriage ride GRANDMAMA: You walked me home HONOR: You lost a glove GRANDMAMA: I lost a comb HONOR: Ah yes, I remember it well. That brilliant sky! GRANDMAMA: We had some rain HONOR: Those Russian songs GRANDMAMA: From sunny Spain HONOR: Ah yes, I remember it well. You wore a gown of gold GRANDMAMA: I was all in blue HONOR: Am I getting old? GRANDMAMA: Oh no, not you! How strong you were How young and gay A prince of love In every way HONOR: Ah yes, I remember it well.
(Performed by Vanessa Hudgens (Gigi), Victoria Clark (Mamita), Corey Cott (Gaston)
GIGI: The night they invented champagne It's plain as it can be They thought of you and me The night they invented champagne They absolutely knew That all we'd want to do is Fly to the sky on champagne And shout to everyone in sight That since that world began No woman or a man has ever been as happy as we are tonight!
GASTON: The night they invented champagne It's plain as it can be They thought of you and me The night they invented champagne They absolutely knew That all we'd want to do is Fly to the sky on champagne And shout to everyone in sight That since that world began No woman or a man has ever been as happy as we are tonight!
GRANDMAMA: Thank heaven- HONOR AND CHORUS: For little girls For little girls get bigger everyday Thank heaven for little girls, They grow up in the most delightful way. CHORUS: Those little eyes so helpless and appealing, One day will flash and send you crashing Through the ceiling. Thank heaven for little girls, Thank heaven for them all, No matter where, no matter who, Without them, what would little boys do? HONOR AND CHORUS: Thank heaven (Thank heaven) Thank heaven (Thank heaven) Thank heaven (Thank heaven) For little girls.
GASTON: There's sweeter music when she sings, isn't there? A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there? Could I be wrong, could it be so? Oh where oh where did Gigi go? Gigi, am I a fool without a mind? Or have I merely been too blind? To realize. Oh, Gigi! Why, you've been growing up before my eyes Gigi! You're not at all that funny Awkward little girl I knew Oh no! Overnight, there's been a breathless change In you. Oh, Gigi! While you were trembling on the brink Was I out yonder somewhere Blinking at a star? Oh, Gigi! Have I been standing up too close? Or back too far? When did your sparkle turn to fire? And your warmth become desire? Oh what miracle has made you the way you are? Gigi! Gigi! Gigi! Oh no! I was mad not to have seen the change In you. Oh Gigi! While you were trembling...are?
(Performed by Victoria Clark (Mamita) and Howard McGillin (Honoré)
HONOR: Poor boy! Poor boy! Down hearted and depressed and in a spin Poor boy! Poor boy! Oh, youth can really do a fellow in!
How lovely to sit here in the shade With none of the woes of man and maid I'm glad I'm not young anymore. The rivals that don't exist at all. The feeling you're only two feet tall. I'm glad that I'm not young anymore.
No more confusion No morning-after surprise. No more self delusion That when you 're telling those lies She isn't wise... And even if love comes through the door The can that goes on forevermore. Forever more is shorter than before. Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore.
The tiny remark that tortures you The fear that your friends won't like her too I'm glad that I'm not young anymore The longing to end the stale affair Until you find out she doesn't care I'm glad that I'm not young anymore.
No more frustration No star-crossed lover am I No aggravation Just one reluctant reply "Lady, goodbye!"
The fountain of youth Is -- Methuselah is my patron saint I've never been so comfortable before Oh, I'm so glad that I am not young anymore!
Gigi is a musical with a book and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner and music by Frederick Loewe. It is based on the 1944 novella Gigi by Colette and 1958 hit musical film of the same name.
The story concerns Gigi, a free-spirited teenaged girl living in Paris at the turn of the 20th century. She is being groomed as a courtesan in her family's tradition. Before she is deemed ready for her social debut, she encounters the bon vivant bachelor Gaston Lachaille, whom she captivates as she is transformed into a charmingly poised young lady.
The original Broadway production, produced by Edwin Lester in 1973, ran for a disappointing 103 performances but won the Tony Award for Best Score. A West End production played in 1985.
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