The Never, Never Land 1907 'The Tattooed Man'

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 15 Mar 2004

Do you believe in fairies?
For if you do I'll tell,
about a land, a distant strand,
where none but fairest dwell.
There's no such thing as work there,
and O! it would be grand
if we could fly as fairies do!
To the Never, Never Land.

In the Never, Never Land,
it is there I understand,
there's no such thing as bargain day,
where women throw their cash away.
No one hangs to straps in cars,
and nobody has to stand,
the rule is there, no seat, no fare,
in the Never, Never Land.

In the Never, Never Land,
it is there I understand,
there's no such thing as bargain day,
where women throw their cash away.
No one hangs to straps in cars,
and nobody has to stand,
the rule is there, no seat, no fare,
in the Never, Never Land.

There are no awful noises
no trolleys and no "el's"
No pedlar with a foghorn voice
awakes you with his yells.
There are no pianolas,
aworking overtime.
hand organs are against the law,
and a phonograph's a crime.

In the Never, Never Land
you will find no German Band
with clarinets that whine and wheeze,
way off the whole darn bunch of keys.
Or if they will not depart,
just as soon as you command.
You have a right to shoot at sight,
in the Never, Never Land.

In the Never, Never Land
you will find no German Band
with clarinets that whine and wheeze,
way off the whole darn bunch of keys.
Or if they will not depart,
just as soon as you command.
You have a right to shoot at sight,
in the Never, Never Land.

'Tis there all men are equal
no hotel clerk is King
there never is a girl next you
who thinks that she can sing.
There is no fake reciter,
who puts the crowd to flight
by telling you in tearful tones:
"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"

In the Never, Never Land
you will meet no glad hand Band,
who grasp your hand with friendly touch,
you never have to say: "How much."
There's no "Beef Trust" holds you up
and no poisoned food is canned,
there's no highball of woodalcohol!
In the Never, Never Land.

In the Never, Never Land
you will meet no glad hand Band,
who grasp your hand with friendly touch,
you never have to say: "How much."
There's no "Beef Trust" holds you up
and no poisoned food is canned,
there's no highball of woodalcohol!
In the Never, Never Land.

In that delightful country,
one leads a joyful life;
no husband ever has to work,
he leaves that to his wife.
And if he needs new clothing,
with joy his heart must thrill!
He just goes out and orders them,
and sends his wife the bill.

In the Never, Never Land
it is there that life is grand
when wifie says she needs a hat,
her hubby answers: "Jump through that!"
She's at work from dawn till dark.
And her wages he'll demand,
the Japs you know to school can go!
In the Never, Never Land.

In the Never, Never Land
it is there that life is grand
when wifie says she needs a hat,
her hubby answers: "Jump through that!"
She's at work from dawn till dark.
And her wages he'll demand,
the Japs you know to school can go!
In the Never, Never Land.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The Never, Never Land 1907
Lyrics by Harry B. Smith
Music by Victor Herbert
© MCMVII by M. Witmark & Sons
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 15 March 2004 at 17.13
in association with Doug Grierson
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Frank Daniels in Chas. Dillingham's Production
"The Tattooed Man" -  A Comic Opera.
Music by Victor Herbert. Lyrics by Harry B. Smith
Book By Harry B. Smith and A.N.C. Fowler.
Harry B. Smith - A. N. C. Fowler Publication:
New York: M. Witmark & Sons, 1907
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