Bubblehd75

Journey of a Willow
2003-02-17 04:38:02 (UTC)

The music man

* Cash for the merchandise, cash for the button hooks
* Cash for the cotton goods, cash for the hard goods
* Cash for the fancy goods
* Cash for the noggins and the piggins and the frikins
* Cash for the hogshead, cask and demijohn. Cash for
the crackers and the pickles and the flypaper.
* Look whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk,
whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk?
* Wheredayagitit?
* Whaddaya talk?
* Ya can talk, ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk,
ya can bicker, bicker, bicker, ya can talk, ya can talk,
ya can talk,
talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker, ya can talk all
ya wanna
but it's different than it was
* No it ain't, no it ain't, but you gotta know the
territory
* Why it's the Model T Ford, made the trouble, made the
people wanna go, wanna get, wanna get, wanna get up and
go,
seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve, fourteen, twenty-two,
twenty-
three miles to the county seat
* Yes sir, yes sir
* Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two by four kinda
store anymore?
* Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk,
* Where do you get it?
* Gone, gone, gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn,
gone with the sugar barrel, pickle barrel, milk pan, gone
with the tub
and the pail and the tierce
* Ever meet a fellow by the name of Hill?
* Hill?
* Hill?
* Hill?
* Hill?
* Hill?
* Hill?
* Hill?
* Hill?
* No!
* Just a minute, just a minute, just a minute
* Never heard of any salesman Hill
* Now he doesn't know the territory
* Doesn't know the territory?
* What's the fellow's line?
* Never worries 'bout his line
* Never worries 'bout his line?
* Or a doggone thing, he's just a bang beat, bell ringing,
big haul, great go, neck-or-nothing, rip roarin', every
time a
bull's eye salesman, that's Professor Harold Hill, Harold
Hill
* What's the fellow's line?
* What's his line?
* He's a fake, and he doesn't know the territory!
* Look, whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk,
whaddaya talk?
* He's a music man
* He's a what?
* He's a what?
* He's a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids
in the town with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat
drums, big
brass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo
with uniforms,
too with a shiny gold braid on the coat and a big red
stripe runnin'
* Well, I don't know much about bands but I do know
you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks,
perhaps and here and there a Jew's harp
* No, the fellow sells bands, boy's bands. I don't know how
he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies and he
gathers
and he plucks and he shines, and when the man dances,
certainly boys,
what else? The piper pays him. Yessir, yessir, yessir,
yessir,
when the man dances, certainly, boys, what else? The
piper pays him.
Yessir, Yessir
* But he doesn't know the territory!




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