The Mikado
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- Year:
- 1939
- 90 min
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# If you want to know who we are #
# On many a vase and jar#
# On many a screen and fan #
# Our attitude's queer and quaint #
# You're wrong if you think it ain't #
# Oh #
# If you think we are
worked by strings #
# Like a Japanese marionette #
# You don't understand these things #
# It is simply court etiquette #
# Perhaps you suppose this throng
can't keep it up all day long #
# If that's your idea, you're wrong #
# Oh #
# Oh #
# If that's your idea, you're wrong #
# If you want to know who we are #
# On vase and jar
On screens and fans #
# On many, many, many, many
many, many, many, many a jar #
# Oh #
# Oh #
# Oh #
# Oh #
# On vase and jar
On screen and fan ##
My son, you've had the misfortune
to captivate Katisha.
She's misconstrued my customary affability
into expressions of affection.
She claims you in marriage.
within a week, or - or -
I forget the punishment.
Oh.
Perish ignominiously
on the scaffold.
But -
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# The sun, whose rays are all ablaze #
# With ever-living glory #
# Does not deny his majesty #
# He don't exclaim
# But fierce and bold, in fiery gold #
# I mean to rule the earth #
# As he the sky #
# The sun and I #
# I mean to rule the earth
as he the sky #
# The sun and I ##
# A wand'ring minstrel I #
# A thing of shreds and patches #
# Of ballads, songs and snatches #
# My catalog is long #
# Through every passion ranging #
# And to your humors changing #
# I tune my supple song #
# I tune my supple #
# Song #
# Are you in sentimental mood #
# I'll sigh with you #
# Oh #
# Sorrow #
# On maiden's coldness
do you brood #
# I'll do so too #
# Oh #
# Sorrow #
# Sorrow #
# I'll charm your willing ears #
# With songs of lovers' fears #
# While sympathetic tears #
# Oh #
# Sorrow #
# Sorrow #
##
# But if patriotic sentiment is wanted #
# I've patriotic ballads cut and dried #
# For where'er our country's banner
may be planted #
# All other local banners are defied #
# Our warriors
# Never quail or they conceal it
if they do #
# And I shouldn't be surprised
# We shouldn't be surprised if nations
trembled trembled with alarm #
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# And if you call for
a song of the sea #
# We'll heave the capstan round #
# With a yeo heave ho
for the wind is free #
# Her anchor's atrip
and her helm's alee #
# Hurrah for the homeward bound #
# Yeo ho, heave ho #
# Hurrah for the homeward bound #
# To lay aloft in a howling breeze #
# May tickle a landsman's taste #
# But the happiest hour a sailor sees #
# Is when he's down
at an inland town #
# With his Nancy on his knees #
# Yeo ho #
# And his arm around her waist #
# Then man the capstan, off we go #
# As the fiddler swings us round #
# With a yeo heave ho
and a rum below #
# Hurrah for the homeward bound #
# With a yeo heave ho
and a rum below #
- # Yeo ho, heave ho #
- # Yeo ho, heave ho #
# Yeo ho, heave ho,
heave ho, heave ho #
# Yeo ho #
# A wand'ring minstrel I #
# A thing of shreds and patches #
# Of ballads, songs and snatches #
# Lullaby ##
Gentlemen.
I pray you tell me where a gentle maiden
dwelleth named Yum-Yum - the ward of Ko-Ko.
And what may be your business
with Yum-Yum?
A year ago, I saw Yum-Yum.
We loved each other at once...
but she was betrothed to her
guardian Ko-Ko, a cheap tailor...
and I saw that my suit was hopeless.
Judge of my delight when I heard
a month ago...
that Ko-Ko had been condemned
to death for flirting.
I hurried back at once, hoping
I should find Yum-Yum at liberty.
It is true that Ko-Ko was
condemned to death for flirting.
But he was reprieved
at the last moment...
and raised to the exalted rank
of Lord High Executioner...
under the following remarkable
circumstances:
# Our great Mikado, virtuous man
when he to rule our land began #
# Resolved to try
a plan whereby #
# Young men might best be steadied #
# So he decreed in words succinct #
# That all who flirted,
leered or winked #
# Unless connubially linked #
# Should forthwith be beheaded
Beheaded #
# Beheaded #
# Should forthwith be beheaded #
# And I expect you'll all agree
that he was right to so decree #
# And I am right
And you are right #
# And all is right as right can be #
# And you are right
And we are right #
# And all is right, is
right as right can be #
# And all is right as right can be #
# And so we straight let out on bail
a convict from the county jail #
# Whose head was next
on some pretext #
# Condemned to be mown off #
# And made him headsman,
for we said #
# Who's next to be decapited #
# Cannot cut off another's head
until he's cut his own off #
# His own off
His own off #
# Until he's cut his own off #
# And we are right, I think you'll
say to argue in this kind of way #
# And I am right
And you are right #
# And all is right, too-loorallay #
# And you are right
And we are right #
# And all is right,
too-loora-loorallay #
# And I am right
And you are right #
# And all #
# Is right ##
Ko-Ko, the cheap tailor,
Lord High Executioner of Titipu.
Why, that's the highest rank
a citizen can attain.
It is.
That is Pooh-Bah.
Our logical Mikado, seeing no moral
difference between the dignified judge...
who condemns a criminal to die...
and the industrious mechanic
who carries out the sentence...
has rolled the two
offices into one...
his own executioner.
But how good of you,
a nobleman of the highest rank...
to condescend to tell all this
to me, a mere strolling minstrel.
Don't mention it.
I am, in point of fact...
a particularly haughty
and exclusive person...
of preadamite ancestral descent.
You will understand this when I tell
you that I can trace my ancestry back...
to a protoplasmal primordial
atomic globule.
Consequently, my family pride
is something inconceivable.
I can't help it.
I was born sneering.
But I struggle hard
to overcome this defect.
I mortify my pride continually.
When all the great officers
of state resigned in a body...
because they were too proud
to serve under an ex-tailor...
did I not unhesitatingly accept
And the salaries attached to them?
- Oh.
- You did.
A Pooh-Bah paid for his services!
I a salaried minion!
But I do it.
It revolts me, but I do it.
And it does you credit.
But I don't stop at that.
at a very low figure.
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