No. 2 - Song - Mercury

Words by W. S. Gilbert
Music by Colin Johnson
Copyright © 2001 by Colin Johnson
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By Colin Johnson
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[Mercury:] Oh, I'm the celestial drudge,
For morning to night I must stop at it.
On errands all day I must trudge,
And stick to my work til I drop at it.
In summer I get up at one.
(As a good-natured donkey I'm ranked for it.)
Then I go and I light up the sun.
And Phoebus Apollo gets thanked for it.
Well, well, it's the way of the world.
And will be through all its futurity.
Though noodles are baroned, are baroned and earled,
There's nothing for clever obscurity.

I'm the slave of the Gods, neck and heels,
And I'm bound to obey, though I rate at 'em.
And I not only order their meals,
But I cook 'em and serve 'em and wait at 'em.
Then I make all their nectar, I do.
(What a terrible liquor to rack us is.)
And whenever I mix them a brew,
Why all the thanks-givings are Bacchus's.
Well, well, it's the way of the world.
And will be through all its futurity.
Though noodles are baroned, are baroned and earled,
There's nothing for clever obscurity.

Then reading and writing I teach.
And spelling-books many I've edited.
And for bringing those arts within reach,
That donkey Minerva gets credited.
Then I scrape at the stars with a knife,
And plate-powder the moon (on the days for it).
And I hear all the world and his wife
Awarding Diana the praise for it.
Well, well, it's the way of the world.
And will be through all its futurity.
Though noodles are baroned, are baroned and earled,
There's nothing for clever obscurity.
Well, well, it's the way of the world.
And will be through all its futurity.
Though noodles are baroned, are baroned and earled,
There's nothing for clever obscurity.

from "Thespis"

No 2 - Oh, I'm the celestial drudge
Soft karaoke
Words
Mercury
Right Hand
Left Hand