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No. 2 - Entrance Song - Aufpassen and Chorus
| Aufpassen: | Allow me to inform you with the proper sort of gravity, I'm a functionary powerful and high; Notorious for enmity to crime and to depravity, On which I keep a supervising eye. I execute the just and mighty laws of this community, The principle of which is simply this; You have to have a license to make love here with impunity, And get a signed permit for ev'ry kiss. Of course this law is not considered popular nor lenient, For when a girl to kiss you gives consent, To run and get a license is extremely inconvenient, 'Cause when you get back with it she has "went." And when you are so tempted as St. Anthony, the hermit, With arm around a slender figure posed, You have to break away until you run and get a permit, So you run, and find the blooming office closed. |
| Chorus: | Imagine the sensation Of that awful situation, When you go and find the license office closed. |
| Aufpassen: | But it's all in the cause of morality; Love making's considered rascality. And I'm the high official with a majesty judicial That can make all fond and foolish lovers quail, |
| Chorus: | All lovers quail... |
| Aufpassen: | I keep up the tone of society; I rail against all impropriety. On lovers illegal I pounce like an eagle, And I pack 'em off straightway to jail. |
| Chorus: | But, it's all in the cause of morality; Love making's considered rascality. On lovers illegal he'll pounce like an eagle, And he'll pack 'em off straightway to jail. |
| Aufpassen: | I prowl about in rubber shoes,
my zeal is surely laudable, A-seeking for the surreptitious hug; And if my shell-like ears detect the sound of kisses audible, I send the osculators to the jug. If any couple dares to risk engagements matrimonial, And plight each other unofficial troth, The chances are they'l find themselves in donjon-keeps baronial, Where they'll be fined or tortured, maybe both. Unlicensed serenaders are considered most nefarious; The term of their imprisonment is long; In fact their misdemeanor is akin to the burglarious, For they're accused of "breaking in" to song. I always let the sunbeams kiss the roses with impunity, Although it is a subject for rebuke; But no one ever ventures to embrace an opportunity, Unless he has a license from the Duke. |
| Chorus: | We see, with much confusion, That we can't hug a delusion, Unless we have a license from the Duke. |
| Aufpassen: | Oh, I of police am the minister; My joy in my work is most sinister; I give the law's correction to each budding young affection, I make all lovers without license quail, |
| Chorus: | All lovers quail... |
| Aufpassen: | Against all aspiring amativeness I have constitutional combativeness, On lovers unlawful my vengeance is awful, And I pack 'em off straightway to jail. |
| Chorus: | Oh! he of police is the minister; His joy in his work is most sinister; On lovers unlawful his vengeance is awful, And he packs 'em off straightway to jail. |
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Page modified 14 March 2017