goofus on Tuesday 17th March 2009, 20:24:56 (#426219)
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Mad Dogs and Englishmen
(Noel Coward)
In tropical climes there are certain times of
day
When all the citizens retire,
to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of those rules that the biggest
fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry and one must
avoid
its ultry-violet ray --
Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo. (Repeat)
Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo. (Repeat)
The natives grieve when the white men leave their
huts,
Because they're obviously, absolutely nuts
--
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
sun.
The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese
wouldn't dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to
one,
But Englishmen detest a siesta,
In the Philippines there are lovely screens,
to protect you from the glare,
In the Malay states there are hats like plates,
which the Britishers won't wear,
At twelve noon the natives swoon, and
no further work is done -
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
sun.
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to
see,
That though the British are effete,
they're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides, every native hides in
glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he will
impale his solar topee on a tree.
Bolyboly-bolyboly-bolyboly-baa. (Repeat)
Habaninny-habaninny-habaninny-haa. (Repeat)
It seems such a shame that when the English claim
the earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
-
Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand
it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the
natives shun.
They put their scotch or rye down, and lie
down.
In the jungle town where the sun beats down,
to the rage of man or beast,
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets
a bit more creased.
In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at
the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
sun.
Mad Dogs and Englishmen, go out in the midday
sun.
The sma
goofus on Tuesday 17th March 2009, 20:27:32 (#426220)
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Mad Dogs and Englishmen, go out in the midday
sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this
stupid habit.
In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire
off a noonday gun.
To reprimand each inmate, who's in
late.
In the mangrove swamps where the python
romps
there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie down and snooze, for
there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever
done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the
midday sun.
Bite the hand that steals from you
