Carousel, Act I: Soliloquy - Nathaniel Hackmann/Sinfonia Of London.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:09.11]"I wonder what he’ll think of me!
[00:12.78]I guess he’ll call me
[00:14.65]‘The old man.’
[00:16.89]I guess he’ll think I can lick
[00:20.19]Ev’ry other feller’s father –
[00:23.27]Well, I can!
[00:24.47](He gives his belt a hitch.)
[00:25.59]I bet that he’ll turn out to be
[00:30.14]The spit an’ image
[00:32.41]Of his dad,
[00:34.05]But he’ll have more common sense
[00:37.76]Than his puddin’-headed father
[00:41.25]Ever had.
[00:42.25]I’ll teach him to wrassle,
[00:45.39]And dive through a wave,
[00:47.80]When we go in the mornin’s for our swim.
[00:51.36]His mother can teach him
[00:54.67]The way to behave,
[00:57.06]But she won’t make a sissy out o’ him –
[01:00.67]Not him!
[01:02.50]Not my boy!
[01:04.53]Not Bill...
[01:06.18](spoken)
[01:06.49]Bill!
[01:07.72](sung)
[01:08.57]My boy, Bill! I will see
[01:12.63]That he’s named after me,
[01:15.00]I will!
[01:16.48]My boy, Bill –
[01:19.49]He’ll be tall.
[01:21.03]And as tough as a tree,
[01:23.83]Will Bill!
[01:25.33]Like a tree he’ll grow,
[01:28.17]With his head held high
[01:30.63]And his feet planted firm on the ground,
[01:34.90]And you won’t see no-body dare to try
[01:39.46]To boss him or toss him around!
[01:42.81]No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully’ll boss him around!
[01:48.33]I don’t give a damn what he does,
[01:51.98]As long as he does what he likes.
[01:54.68]He can sit on his tail
[01:57.43]Or work on a rail
[02:00.19]With a hammer, a-hammerin’ spikes.
[02:03.54]He can ferry a boat on a river
[02:07.41]Or peddle a pack on his back
[02:10.97]Or work up and down
[02:13.62]The streets of a town
[02:16.71]With a whip and a horse and a hack.
[02:19.82]He can haul a scow along a canal,
[02:23.85]Run a cow around a corral,
[02:27.42]Or maybe bark for a carousel –
[02:31.78]Of course it takes talent to do that well.
[02:36.75]He might be a champ of the heavyweights
[02:40.40]Or a feller that sells you glue,
[02:43.79]Or President of the United States –
[02:48.06]That’d be all right, too.
[02:49.20](spoken)
[02:49.60]His mother’d like that.
[02:51.85]But he wouldn’t be President unless he wanted to be!
[02:54.60](sung)
[02:55.07]Not Bill!
[02:56.55]My boy, Bill –
[02:59.39]He’ll be tall.
[03:01.07]And as tough as a tree, Will Bill!
[03:04.28]Like a tree he’ll grow,
[03:07.27]With his head held high,
[03:09.91]And his feet planted firm on the ground,
[03:14.07]And you won’t see no-body dare to try
[03:18.42]To boss him or toss him around!
[03:22.09]No fat-bottomed, flabby-face, pot-bellied,
[03:27.44]baggy-eyed bastard’ll boss him around!
[03:31.90]And I’m damned if he’ll marry his boss’s daughter,
[03:36.56]A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water,
[03:40.97]Who’ll give him a peck and call it a kiss,
[03:45.03]And look in his eyes through a lorgnette...
[03:48.47](spoken)
[03:48.74]Say! Why am I takin’ on like this?
[03:52.28](sung)
[03:52.55]My kid ain’t even been born yet!
[03:56.23]I can see him when he’s seventeen or so
[04:01.37]And startin’ in to go with a girl!
[04:05.78]I can give him lots o’ pointers, very sound,
[04:12.72]On the way to get ’round any girl.
[04:15.93]I can tell him –
[04:17.33](spoken)
[04:17.58]Wait a minute!
[04:19.46]Could it be?
[04:21.03]What the hell!
[04:22.65]What if he is a girl?
[04:25.10]Bill!
[04:27.05]Oh, Bill!
[04:29.08]What would I do with her?
[04:31.42]What could I do for her?
[04:33.82]A bum – with no money!
[04:36.19](sung)
[04:36.46]You can have fun with a son,
[04:40.40]But you got to be a father to a girl!
[04:44.20]She mightn’t be so bad at that –
[04:48.33]A kid with ribbons in her hair,
[04:52.37]A kind o’ sweet and petite little tintype of her mother –
[04:59.04]What a pair!
[05:00.67]When I have a daughter,
[05:04.14]I’ll stand around in bar-rooms –
[05:07.72]Oh, how I’ll boast and blow!
[05:10.98]Friends’ll see me comin’
[05:14.36]And empty all the bar-rooms,
[05:17.72]Through ev’ry door they’ll go,
[05:21.57]Weary of hearin’ day after day,
[05:27.09]The same old things that I always say...
[05:32.48]My little girl, Sweet and light
[05:38.25]As peaches and cream is she.
[05:42.17]My little girl Is half again as bright
[05:50.04]As girls are meant to be!
[05:52.92]Dozens of boys pursue her, many a likely lad
[06:00.66]Does what he can to woo her from her faithful dad.
[06:08.56]She has a few
[06:12.75]Sweet and light
[06:16.53]Young fellers of two or three –
[06:20.93]But my little girl
[06:24.78]Gets hungry ev’ry night
[06:28.45]And she comes home to me...
[06:31.62](spoken)
[06:31.95]My little girl!
[06:33.88]My little girl!
[06:35.34](sung)
[06:35.61]I’ve got to get ready before she comes,
[06:40.06]I got to make certain that she
[06:44.33]Won’t be dragged up in slums
[06:47.34]With a lot o’ bums – Like me!
[06:50.84]She’s got to be sheltered
[06:54.67]And fed, and dressed
[06:58.26]In the best that money can buy!
[07:02.40]I never knew how to get money,
[07:06.70]But I’ll try – By God! I’ll try!
[07:11.80]I’ll go out and make it,
[07:15.54]Or steal it, or take it,
[07:20.59]Or die!