The West Point Story Page #10

You'll tell me it's fantasy

But this happened to me

I was walking down to the subway

Yeah, I travel by BM When I bumped

Right into a fabulous wench

From some other century

Yes, this happened to me

What a lucky break

That she was going my way

'Cause we strolled down

King's Highway

She murmured:

And I asked her:

"Are you sure?"

It could only happen in Brooklyn

When a he meets up with a she

They get hitched

And after the honeymoon, bam

They're raising a family

This should happen to me

B-postrophe, K-no-postrophe, L-Y-N

They know my shield

From Ebbets Field to Cheyenne

You can keep those other places

Give me that oasis

Where it's "erl," not "oil"

And a girl's a goil

And goils are goils at 28 paces

B-postrophe, K-no-postrophe, L-Y-N

Agree or not

It's just as hot as cayenne

It matters not

What stuff you've been reading

Brooklyn is the U.S.A. 's

Garden of Eden

B-postrophe, K-no-postrophe...

- Manhattan!

- What?

- Listen!

- Who said that?

- We!

- No.

Canarsie!

B-postrophe, K-no-postrophe, L-Y-N

My home

Brooklyn!

Wonderful, Eve.

Oh, Bix, you were great, terrific.

- Thanks. How do you feel?

- Fine.

- Leg all right?

- Sure.

- You able to do the finale?

- Right. Thanks.

Don't thank him. The ham loved it.

Bix.

- All is well?

- Oh, better than that.

- That's fine, princess, fine.

- Just call me Mrs. Second Lieutenant.

- I think we'll be stationed in Brooklyn.

- Still better.

Miss Eve Dillon and Mr. Elwin Bixby.

Eve, Bix, we really wanna thank you.

West Point wants to thank you.

You once said you'd like

to produce this show on Broadway.

Well, on behalf of the

United States Military Academy...

...we'd like to present you

with the book...

Rudy?

- and the songs

from this 100th Night Show.

It's yours.

- Take it with you and make it a hit.

- Well, I just wanna say that...

...nothing like this

has ever happened to me before.

But then, ever since I've been up here...

...every day's been Christmas for me.

Makes me think of a little fella

I used to know in show business years ago.

A curious little guy, and...

What I'm trying to say is

I'm deeply, deeply grateful.

This is the finale

We have finally come to that time

Better known as coat-and-hat time

Here's the place

We get to face your cheers or hisses

This is the finale

It's where the whole cast freezes

Which means reprises are coming up

A reprise is a thing that we sneak in with

We repeat the songs

You hated to begin with

By the Kissing Rock

By the Kissing Rock

Either night or day

All around the clock

You can depend on this

It's always time to kiss

- By the Kissing Rock

- By the Kissing Rock

See the dancers marching forward

Straight across the ballroom floor

If he steals a kiss

All is fair in love and war

From now on there's no retreating

'Cause you'll fall in love to stay

When they play the "Military Polka"

He's from B-postrophe

K-no-postrophe, L-Y-N

That's the place I make me home in.

B-postrophe, K-no-postrophe

L-Y-N

And now that it's over...

...I'll sure miss the going to classes.

Miss you cadets, yes, the brasses.

So take my thanks to all the ranks,

with love and kisses.

This is the finale

The end

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