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No. 6 - Duet - Spirit and Tippin - "I want to be a Mortal."
Lyrics by Percy Greenbank
| Spirit: | Out of the boundless blue, |
| Tippin: | Ha! Ha! |
| Spirit: | Into the world I came, A child of the air, from no matter where, A creature of fire and of flame! |
| Tippin: | She's rather a hot bit of flame! |
| Spirit: | Then I set eyes on you, |
| Tippin: | Ha! Ha! |
| Spirit: | A solid substantial thing, Though you're not up to much, You're a man, and as such You appeal to the Slave of the Ring. |
| Tippin: | She wants to play "Kiss in the Ring." |
| Spirit: | I want to be a mortal, I want to stop on earth, At present I'm nothing but vapour and mist, I want to be lov'd and I want to be kiss'd; I want to be a mortal, |
| Tippin: | A nice bit of goods like you. |
| Spirit: | I want, if you please, Just to sit on your knees, |
| Both: | Exactly as mortals do. |
| Spirit: | Spirits, of course, can do, |
| Tippin: | Ha! Ha! |
| Spirit: | Things that a mortal mayn't; My appetite's small, I eat nothing at all But still I'm not going to faint. |
| Tippin: | I'm glad she's not going to faint. |
| Spirit: | Hunger I can pooh! pooh! |
| Tippin: | Ha! Ha! |
| Spirit: | Thirsty I never feel, But with envy I'm green When some mortal I've seen Sitting down to a seven-course meal! |
| Tippin: | Well, she does look in want of a meal! |
| Spirit: | I want to be a mortal, I want to stop on earth, At present I feed upon dewdrops and air, But how I should welcome a fresh bill of fare. I want to be a mortal, |
| Tippin: | And she'd eat enough for two. |
| Spirit: | I'd dine à la carte at a restaurant smart, |
| Both: | Exactly as mortals do. |
| Spirit: | You are a child of earth, |
| Tippin: | Ha! Ha! |
| Spirit: | Pity my hapless lot, Supposing you felt you were likely to melt, Or vanish away on the spot. |
| Tippin: | Well, thank you, I'd much rather not! |
| Spirit: | What is existence worth |
| Tippin: | Ha! Ha! |
| Spirit: | When you're such fragile stuff? By the breezes that blow I am toss'd to and fro Like a feather or mere bit of fluff! |
| Tippin: | I've known one or two bits of fluff! |
| Spirit: | I want to be a mortal, I want to stop on earth, I'm weary of roaming, ah! do let me rest My gossamer form on your muscular chest. I want to be a mortal, Solid and real all through, I wish you'd make haste, come encircle my waist Exactly as mortals do. |
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Page modified 2 February 2017