Rehearsal Section 17 Songs and Notes

Rehearsal Section Notes:

People who need to come to Section 17 rehearsal:

Nikki

Beth

Carlie

Evie

Ian

Gabe


  • Miya Sama

Miya Sama

CHORUS

Mi ya sa ma, mi ya sa ma ohn n’m ma no ma ye ni

Pi ra pi ra su ru no wa nan gia na

To ko ton ya re ton ya re na!

Mi ya sa ma mi ya sa ma ohn n’m ma no ma ye ni

Pi ra pi ra su ru no wa nan gia na

To ko ton ya re ton ya re na

MIKADO

From ev’ry kind of man obedience I expect; I’m the Emperess of Japan

KATISHA

And I’m her daughter-law-elect

She’ll marry her son, (she’s only got one)

To her daughter-in-law elect.

MIKADO

My morals have been declar’d particularly correct

KATISHA

But they’re nothing at all compared with those

Of her daughter-in-law elect

Bow, bow, to her daughter-in-law elect.

CHORUS

Bow, bow, to her daughter-in-law elect!

MIKADO

In a motherly kind of way I govern each tribe and sect,

All cheerfully own my sway

KATISHA

Except her daughter-in-law elect!

As tough as a bone, with a will of her own,

Is her daughter-in-law elect!

MIKADO

My nature is love and light, my freedom from all defect

KATISHA

Is insignificant quite, compar’d with her daughter-in-law elect!

Bow! Bow! To her daughter-in-law elect!

CHORUS

Bow! Bow! To her daughter-in-law elect!

  • Humane Mikado

Humane Mikado

Humane Mikado no words

A more humane Mikado never did in Japan exist

To nobody second, I’m certainly reckon’d

A true philanthropist

It is my very humane endeavour to make to some extent

Each evil liver a running river of harmless merriment

My object all sublime I shall achieve in time

To let the punishment fit the crime, the punishment fit the crime

And make each pris’ner pent unwillingly represent

A source of innocent merriment of innocent merriment!

All prosy dull society sinners who chatter and bleat and bore

Are sent to hear sermons from mystical Germans, who preach from ten ’til four

The amateur tenor whose vocal villanies all desire to shirk

Shall during off hours exhibit his powers to Madame Tussaud’s wax work

The lady who dyes a chemical yellow or stains her grey hair puce

Or pinches her figure is painted with vigour

With permanent walnut juice

The idiot who, in railway carriages scribbles on window panes

We only suffer to ride on a buffer in Parliament’ry trains

My object all sublime, I shall ahcieve in time

To let the punishment fit the crime, the punishment fit the crime

And make each pris’ner pent unwillingly represent

A source of innocent merriment, of innocent merriment

CHORUS

Her object all sublime, she will achieve in time

To let the punishment fit the crime, the punishment fit the crime

And make each pris’ner pent unwillingly represent

A source of innocent merriment, of innocent merriment!

MIKADO

The advertising quack who wearies with tales of counless cures

His teeth, I’ve enacted, shall all be extracted by terrified amateurs

The music hall singer attends a series of masses and fugues and “ops”

By Bach interwoven with Spohr and Beethoven at classical Monday Pops.

The billiard sharp whom anyone catches him doom’s extremely hard

He’s made to dwell in a dungeon cell on a spot that’s always barr’d

And there he plays extravagent matches in fitless finger stalls

On a cloth untrue with a twisted cue, and elliptical billard balls!

My object all sublime I shall achieve in time,

To let the punishment fit the crime, the punishment fit the crime

And make each pris’ner pent unwillingly represent

A source of innocent merriment, of innocent merriment

CHORUS

Her object all sublime she shall achieve in time,

To let the punishment fit the crime, the punishment fit the crime

And make each pris’ner pent unwillingly represent

A source of innocent merriment, of innocent merriment!

Betharoni

http://www.gourmetinthefield.com

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