The Music Man Page #8

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Oh, don't let him pass my door

Oh-ho, the Wells Fargo wagon is a-comin' down the street

I wish I knew what he was comin' for

I got some salmon from Seattle last September

And I expect a new rockin' chair

I hope I get my raisins from Fresno

The D.A.R. have sent a cannon for the courthouse square.

Oh-ho, the Wells Fargo wagon is a-comin' now

I don't know how I can ever wait to see

It could be something for someone

Who is no relation but it could be

Yes, it could be, yes, you're right

It surely could be

Something special

Something very very special now

Just for me

Oh, there it is.

ALL:
Oh-ho, you Wells Fargo wagon keep a-comin'

Oh-ho, you Wells Fargo wagon keep a'comin'

Oh-ho, you Wells Fargo wagon

Don't you dare to make a stop

Until you stop for me

(CHEERING)

Yay!

It's the band instruments!

Here you are, Winthrop.

My cornet! Gee, thanks, Professor!

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Sister! Sister! Isn't this the most scrumptious

solid gold thing you ever saw?

I never thought I'd ever see

anything so scrumptious as this scrumptious solid gold thing.

Oh, Sister, Sister!

HILL:
Men!

You'll all be given individual instruction in due course.

Until then stay off the streets.

Get acquainted with your instruments,

and think about the Minuet in G.

La de da de da de da de da

La de da, la de da

I better hear some by-God tootin' out'a them horns in pretty short order

or I'll see you in front of the grand jury over at the County Seat.

Now, Miss Paroo, about that book...

EULALIE:
Come, George. Tempus fugits.

You watch your phraseology.

George, I only...

Now, get along if you want to.

I need to get something from the librarian.

But George, the bank will be closing.

Miss Paroo, the book.

Yes, of course.

The Ladies Dance Committee meets Tuesdays at the High School.

They're rehearsing for the Fourth of July sociable.

I know they'd like you to be there.

They would?

Very much.

You'll come, won't you?

La de da de da de da de da

La de da

La de da

That's it, men.

La de da de da de da de da

Don't stop.

La de da de da de da de da

La de da de da de da de da

La de da

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

EULALIE:
Lovely, ladies, lovely and turn.

Take the body with you.

Uh, lovely.

Now let's have a go at our Grecian Urns.

Positions.

One Grecian urn...

And a fountain.

Position.

Oh!

Trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle.

Smile, girls, smile.

(SIGHING) Lovely, ladies, lovely.

I predict that our Delsarte display

will be the highlight of the Fourth of July Ice Cream Sociable.

(SQUEALING IN EXCITEMENT)

It's you in the sunrise

It's you in my cup

And remember, ladies don't make me tell you again,

always keep your faces to the audience.

(MEN SINGING)

It's you All the way into town

EULALIE:
And thank you, Miss Paroo,

for your excellent accompaniment.

Splendid!

(APPLAUDING)

Oh, thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Shouldn't you be dancing with them?

I'm really much happier at the piano.

But you do dance, don't ya?

I really have to get home.

It's you on my pillow in all of my dreams

'Til once more the morning breaks through

What words could be saner

Or truer or plainer than it's you

It's you

Yes, it's you

Oh, yes, it's you

Oh, yes, it's you

It's you in the sunrise

It's you in my cup

It's you all the way into town

It's you all the way into town

It's your sweet "Hello, dear"

That sets, that sets me up

And it's your, your "Got to go, dear"

That gets, that gets me down

Take your hands off my daughter!

Papa!

You wild kid, ya!

Mr. Shinn, your honor.

Your daughter and I are goin' steady behind your back.

Why you!

Well, we'd rather do it in front a'your back but...

Do what?

Well...

Never mind.

(GASPS)

I'm going to warn you once more.

If I ever catch you touching my daughter,

I'll by-God horsewhip you 'til Hell won't have it again.

But, George!

Not one poop out'a you, madam!

He means peep.

Yes!

And now get off the school property.

I got as much right to be here as anybody.

How do you get any right around here?

Aiding and abetting the swindling activities

of this spellbinding cymbal salesman?

Now, Mr. Mayor, if you please...

I'll settle your hash as soon as I get these premises

offa' my oldest girl.

All right, all right, but in the meantime

I want you to know that I'm vouching for Tommy Djilas.

This boy's got the confidence of every kid in town.

You'll be standing in line waiting to shake his hand

by the time our band plays its first concert.

By the time your band plays its first concert,

the individual members'll have to foregather in wheelchairs

on account of the broken legs

they'll get from tripping over their beards.

You know what I see written all over you?

Reform school!

Papa, please.

It's Capulets like you make blood in the market place.

Ye Gods.

You watch your phraseology, young woman.

You go home and stay in your room.

I'll tell you something, my fine young feathered...

My feathered young...

Never mind!

And you, get out of here, you wild kid, ya.

All right, all right, Tommy, let me buy you a sarsaparilla.

I hate you.

Eulalie!

Now George, I only...

You tend to your dance.

But...

Oh!

MAYOR:
I'll handle this my way.

Mr. Mayor, you are not being fair.

Now, you stay out of this, Miss Paroo.

And by the way, thanks for nothin'.

I've read that book you gave me

from cover to cover for a whole week now,

and didn't find a thing.

Oliver!

Jacey! Olin! Ewart!

I want that man's references and I want 'em tonight!

Don't let him out'a your sight.

He's slipprier'n a Mississippi sturgeon!

Do you mean you want us to get his credentials?

Get his papers or get him in jail!

I couldn't make myself any clearer

if I was a button-hook in the well water.

Come on. Let's go.

Okay.

Thank you.

Now you enjoy yourself.

Excuse me.

Hello, Miss Marian.

Thanks for the sarsaparilla, Professor, and the talk.

Miss Marian.

Professor Hill, I think Mayor Shinn has behaved abominably,

and I just wanted to say

it was wonderful of you coming to Tommy's defense back there.

Oh, that was nothing.

Oh, yes it was.

Oh, no, no.

A man can't dodge the issue

every time a little personal risk is involved.

What does the poet say?

"A coward dies a thousand deaths,

"the brave man only

"500."

Unfortunately, of course, the Mayor was already pretty mad at me

on account of his billiard parlor.

Now...

Oh, I suppose a recommendation from a musical authority

such as yourself would help but...

I couldn't think of asking you to do a thing like that.

Why not?

You mean, you would?

I'd be glad to.

I just wish I was a little more informed.

I've been wanting to talk to you about Winthrop's cornet.

His cornet? Mother-of-pearl keys.

Oh, I'm sure it's fine.

It's just that he never touches it.

Oh, the first week or so, he made a few experimental,

uh, blats, I guess you'd say?

Yes, yes, blats.

And he sings the Minuet in G almost constantly.

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