Never Mind Singing Just Dance My Dear 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 20 August 2010
2010

When I went on the stage
my own voice was my rage,
but they started me out
in the chorus;
With a spear in my hand,
just to dance and to stand
in a costume exceedingly porous.
One fine night to the show
came some people I know.
When I saw them
I wheeled straight about;
And trilled for my friends
a Puccini cadenza.
The orchestra leader yelled out:

Never mind singing,
just dance my dear;
dance, my dear;
dance, my dear.
You know you're no Carmen
and no Margeurite;
So stick to high notes
that you reach with your feet.
They manicure voices
in France, my dear,
but the man to cure yours
does not live.
With your larynx
don't take such a chance, my dear.
Save your voice
and just dance, my dear.

Never mind singing,
just dance my dear;
dance, my dear;
dance, my dear.
You know you're no Carmen
and no Margeurite;
So stick to high notes
that you reach with your feet.
They manicure voices
in France, my dear,
but the man to cure yours
does not live.
With your larynx
don't take such a chance, my dear.
Save your voice
and just dance, my dear.

When my poor uncle died,
I was asked to provide
The music for his fun'ral service.
I decided to sing
an old Methodist thing
that I learned in the choir
at Port Jervis.
When the parson had said
final words o'er the dead,
I brushed all the mourners aside;
And began in staccato
my great obligato.
From the casket
the corpse sprang and cried:

Never mind singing,
just dance my dear;
dance, my dear;
dance, my dear.
You know you're no Carmen
and no Margeurite;
So stick to high notes
that you reach with your feet.
They manicure voices
in France, my dear,
but the man to cure yours
does not live.
With your larynx
don't take such a chance, my dear.
Save your voice
and just dance, my dear.

Never mind singing,
just dance my dear;
dance, my dear;
dance, my dear.
You know you're no Carmen
and no Margeurite;
So stick to high notes
that you reach with your feet.
They manicure voices
in France, my dear,
but the man to cure yours
does not live.
With your larynx
don't take such a chance, my dear.
Save your voice
and just dance, my dear.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Never Mind Singing Just Dance My Dear 1911
from "The Red Widow"
Music by Chas.J.Gebest
Lyrics by Channing Pollock & Rennold Wolf
© MCMXI by M.Witmark & Son.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 20 August 2010 at 18.04
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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