Act 2 No. 21
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No. 21 - Duet - Susan and Gigg
| Gigg: | You all know me, I'm Mr. Punch, you see; Observe the funny hump upon my back. |
| Susan: | And I'm his wife, He leads me such a life, My poor old head he often tries to crack. |
| Gigg: | You hit me first, you know,
but that is may be, Because we disagreed about the baby. |
| Susan: | Still nearly ev'ry day You take the stick away, And beat me till I'm blue and black. |
| Both: | Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy! Oh, mustn't they get knocked about and bruised a bit! Though it's her fault first, Yet she gets the worst, For he seems to be such a nasty sort of brute. Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy! But after all, the children are amused a bit; And they always shout, When Punch pops about, He'll speak with a squeak and a roo-ti-too-ti-toot! |
| Gigg: | And when I've done With you, then one by one, A lot of other friends of mine appear. |
| Susan: | It's such a shame, You treat them all the same, And knock them flat as anything, I fear. |
| Gigg: | Still, where on earth would our familiar show be Without our little pet, the clever Toby? |
| Susan: | But when the doggie goes And gets you by the nose, Oh, how do you like that, my dear? |
| Both: | Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy! Oh, mustn't they get knocked about and bruised a bit! Though it's her fault first, Yet she gets the worst, For he seems to be such a nasty sort of brute. Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy! But after all, the children are amused a bit; And they always shout, When Punch pops about, He'll speak with a squeak and a roo-ti-too-ti-toot! |
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