Mad Dogs And Englishmen (From Words And Music )

作词:佚名

作曲:Noel Coward

所属专辑:Cowardy Custard (Original London Festival Cast Recording)

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Mad Gogs and Englishmen - Elaine Delmar

In tropical climes

There are certain times of day

When all the citizens retire

To take their clothes off and perspire

It's one of those rules

That the greatest fools

Obey

Because the sun is far too sultry

And one must avoid it's ultry

Violet ray

The natives grieve

When the white men leave

Their huts

Because they're obviously

Definitely

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 dest a ssta

In the philippines

They have 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

Such a surprise

For the eastern eyes to see

That though the english 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

It seems such a shame

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 a jungle town

Where the sun beats down

To the rage of man and beast

The english garb

Of the english sahib

Merely gets a bit more creased

In bangkok

At twleve'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 smallest malay rabbit

Deplores this foolish 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

There is peace from twelve to two

Even caribous

Lie around 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

Out in the midday

Out in the midday

Out in the midday

Out in the midday sun

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