Oh, Fabulous One

Lyrics

[LIZA] Oh [MEN] We come to serenade the lovely lady we adore She occupies the seventeenth to twenty-second floor Our lady so seraphic May not be very near us And with the sound of traffic She may not even hear us But love is wrong without a song So, now as heretofore We come to serenade the lovely lady we adore [MAN 1] Oh, fabulous one in your ivory tower My heart and I, they both agree What Juliеt was to Romeo Are you to me [MAN 2] What Bеatrice was to Dante What Guinevere was to Lancelot What Brünnhilde was to Siegfried What Pocahantas was to Captain Smith [MAN 3] What Martha was to Washington What Butterfly was to Pinkerton What Calamity Jane was to Buffalo Bill What Carmen was to Don José Are you to me [MEN] Oh, fabulous one in your ivory tower Oh sweet, this is no potpourri What Mélisande was to Pelléas Are you to me [SUTTON] I'm Miss Elliott's maid Gentlemen, I'm afraid Your loyalty we must be testing She cannot be seen, she's resting But she wishes to thank you all for the serenade [MEN] Give the lady above Salutations and love Advise her we leave in sweet sorrow But that we return on the morrow With our nightly serenade Each night we serenade the lovely lady we adore Who occupies the seventeenth to twenty-second floor [Doorbell] [SUTTON, spoken] Come in [BOY] A package for Miss Elliott [SUTTON] Put it on the table What is it? [BOY] A coat of sable [Doorbell] [SUTTON, spoken] Come in [MAN] A flower for Miss Elliott Tribute to her splendor From His Royal Highness The French Pretender! [Doorbell] [SUTTON, spoken] Yes? [SUTTON] Good evening Beekman [BEEKMAN] Good evening Sutton Ah, I see a touch of blue She wears it as it's worn by few [BEEKMAN & SUTTON] When as in silks our Liza goes Then, then, me thinks how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes The liquefaction of her clothes [BEEKMAN] A delicate poem by Herrick But surely heavier than a derrick Compared to our Miss Liza She's so glamorous She makes all other women appear Hammacher Schlamorous A thousand pardons, I must quit the scene I must be off to perfume the gasoline