The Alan Peters Orchestra And Chorus - Shall I Tell You What I Think of You?

Your servant! Your servant!
Indeed I'm not your servant
(Although you give me less than servant's pay)
I'm a free and independent employé
Employee

Because I'm a woman
You think, like every woman
I have to be a slave or concubine
You conceited, self-indulgent libertine
Libertine

How I wish I'd called him that!
Right to his face! Libertine!
And while we're on the subject, sire

There are certain goings-on around this place
That I wish to tell you I do not admire

I do not like polygamy
Or even moderate bigamy
(I realize
That in your eyes
That clearly makes a prig o' me!)

But I am from a civilized land called Wales
Where men like you are kept in county jails

In your pursuit of pleasure, you
Have mistresses who treasure you
(They have no ken
Of other men
Beside whom they can measure you)
A flock of sheep, and you are the only ram
No wonder you're the wonder of Siam!

I'm rather glad I didn't say that
Not with the women right there and the children

The children, the children
I'll not forget the children
No matter where I go I'll always see
Those little faces looking up at me

At first, when I started to teach
They were shy and remained out of reach
But lately I've thought
One or two have been caught
By a word I have said
Or a sentence I've read
And I've heard an occasional question
That implied, at the least, a suggestion
That the work I was trying to do
Was beginning to show with a few

That Prince Chulalongkorn
Is very like his father
He's stubborn but inquisitive and smart
I must leave this place before they break my heart
I must leave this place before they break my heart

Goodness! I had no idea it was so late

Shall I tell you what I think of you?
You're spoiled!
You're a conscientious worker
But you're spoiled

Giving credit where it's due
There is much I like in you
But it's also very true
That you're spoiled!

Everybody's always bowing
To the King
Everybody has to grovel
To the King

By your Buddha you are blessed
By your ladies you're caressed
But the one who loves you best
Is the King!

All that bowing and kowtowing
To remind you of your royalty
I find a most disgusting exhibition

I wouldn't ask a Siamese cat
To demonstrate his loyalty
But taking that ridiculous position

How would you like it if you were a man
Playing the part of a toad?
Crawling around on your elbows and knees
Eating the dust in the road!
Toads! Toads!
All of your people are toads!

Yes, Your Majesty! No, Your Majesty!
Tell us how low to go, Your Majesty!
Make some more decrees, Your Majesty!
Don't let us up off our knees, Your Majesty!
Give us a kick, if it please Your Majesty!
Give us a kick, if you would, Your Majesty!
Oh! That was good, Your Majesty!

Written by:
Oscar II Hammerstein

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