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No. 20 - Song - Carmenita and Chorus - "Society"

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Carmenita: Though my family's pedigree
Isn't all that it ought to be,
I've a face that is not so bad
And a figure that drives 'em mad.
All my manners are so refined,
Dukes and Duchesses fill my mind,
With the swells I would dine and dance,
If they'd give me a chance!
Oh! I love Society! High Society!
Chorus: High Society!
Carmenita: Lots of new dresses I could afford
If my papa had been born a Lord!
Chorus: Oh! she loves Society!
High Society! High Society!
Lots of new dresses she could afford
If her papa had been born a Lord!
   
Carmenita: I'm so fond of the upper ten,
Both the ladies and gentlemen,
It's delightful to breathe the air
Breathed by people in Grosvenor Square.
To the park I have often been,
Just to look at our gracious Queen,
When I saw her I raised a shout,
So they bundled me out!
Oh! I love Society! Good Society!
Chorus: Good Society!
Carmenita: I should be called an attractive girl
If my papa was a noble Hearl!
Chorus: Oh! she loves Society!
Good Society! Good Society!
She should be called an attractive girl
If her papa was a noble Hearl!
   
Carmenita: To the Derby I like to go
With the aristocrats, you know,
So for Epsom I gaily start
With a nice little horse and cart.
Side by side with a four in hand,
I can hear all the talk so grand.
If their blood is a brilliant blue,
So's their language too!
Oh! I love Society! Real Society!
Chorus: Real Society!
Carmenita: I'd ride on horses with fine long tails
If my papa was the Prince of Wales!
Chorus: Oh! she loves Society!
Real Society! Real Society!
She'd ride on horses with fine long tails
If her papa was the Prince of Wales!
   
Carmenita: At the theatre I always sit
In the front of the dear old pit;
There my eye very quickly falls
On the swells in their velvet stalls;
How they titter and stare at me
When I'm shock'd at the things I see.
"Shame!" I cry, with a maiden blush;
They just shout at me "Ush!"
Oh! I love Propriety! Strict Propriety!
Chorus: Strict Propriety!
Carmenita: Musical farces I'd quickly stop
If my papa was an Archbishop!
Chorus: Oh! she loves Propriety!
Strict Propriety! Strict Propriety!
Musical farces she'd quickly stop
If her papa was an Archbishop!

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