It s Hot Up Here (From Sunday in the Park With George) - Company Paul Gemignani

It's hot up here

It's hot and it's monotonous

I want my glasses

This is not my good profile

NURSE:

Nobody can even see my profile

I hate this dress

The soldiers have forgotten us

The boatman schvitzes

I am completely out of proportion

These helmets weigh a lot on us

This tree is blocking my view

I can't see anything

Why are they complaining

It could have been raining

I hate these people

It's hot up here

A lot up here

It's hot up here

Forever

A lot of fun

It's not up here

It's hot up here

No matter what

There's not a breath

Of air up here

And they're up here

Forever

It's not my fault

I got up here

I'll rot up here

I am so hot up here

Darling don't clutch mother's hand quite so tightly

Thank you

It's hot up here

At least you have a parasol

Well look who's talking

Sitting in the shade

JULES (to Dot) :

I trust my cigar is not bothering you

—Unfortunately it never goes out

It's good to be together again

See I told you they were odd

Don't slouch

He took my glasses

YVONNE:

You've been eating something sticky

I put on rouge today too

Don't you ever take a bath

Nurse Hand me my fan

I can't

At least the brat is with her mother

I heard that

Do you like tall grass

Hah

Jules

Bunch of animals

I hate these people

It's hot up here

And strange up here

No change up here

Forever

How still it is

How odd it is

And God it is

So hot

SOLDIER:

I like the one in the light hat

DOT:

Hello George

I do not wish to be remembered

Like this George

With them George

My hem George:

Three inches off the ground

And then this monkey

And these people George—

They'll argue till they fade

And whisper things and grunt

But thank you for the shade

And putting me in front

Yes thank you George for that—

And for the hat

It's hot up here

It's hot and it's monotonous

I want my glasses

This is not my good profile

I hate this dress

DOT:

It's hot up here

The soldiers have forgotten us

It's hot and it's monotonous

CELESTE #1:

Don't slouch

LOUISE (BOATMAN):

He took my glass (Animals )

I want my glasses

Are you sure you don't like tall grass

And furthermore

Finding you're

Fading

Is very degrading

And God I am so hot

Well there are worse things than sweating

By a river on a Sunday

There are worse things than sweating by a river—

When you're sweating in a picture

That was painted by a genius—

And you know that you're immortal—

And you'll always be remembered—

Even if they never see you—

And you're listening to drivel—

And you're part of your companion—

And your glasses have been stolen—

And you're bored beyond endurance—

And the baby has no diapers—

And you're slouching—

I am not—

JULES:

And you are out of all proportion—

And I hate these people

You never get

A breeze up here

And she's (he's) up here

Forever

You cannot run

Amuck up here

You're stuck up here

In this gavotte

Perspectives don't

Make sense up here

It's tense up here

Forever

The outward show

Of bliss up here

Is disappearing dot by dot

(Long pause)

And it's hot