Deborah Kerr - Shall I Tell You What I Think of You? lyrics

[ANNA] Your servant! Your servant! Indeed I'm not you servant— Although you give me less than servant's pay— I'm a free and independent employée... Employee Because I'm a woman You think, like ev'ry woman I have to be a slave or concubine You conceited, self-indulgent libertine! ... Libertine How I wish I called him that! Right to his face! Libertine! And while we're on the subject, sire There are certain goings on around this place That I wish to tell you I do not admire: I do not like polygamy Or even moderate bigamy —I realize That in your eyes That clearly makes a prig o' me— But I am from a civilized land called Wales Where men like you are locked in county jails! In your pursuit of pleasure, you Have mistresses who treasure you —They have no ken Of other men Beside whom they can measure you— A flock of sheep and you're the only ram No wonder you're the wonder of Siam! (spoken) I'm rather glad I didn't say that... not with the women right there... and the children (sung) The children, the children I'll not forget the children No matter where I go, I'll always see Those little faces looking up at me... At first, when I started to teach They were shy and remained out of reach But lately I've thought One or two have been caught By a word I have said Or a sentence I've read And I've heard an occasional question That implied, at least, a suggestion That the work I've been trying to do Was beginning to show with a few That Prince Chulalongkorn Is very like his father He's stubborn—but inquisitive and smart... I must leave this place before they break my heart I must leave this place before they break my heart! Goodness! I had no idea it was so late Your Majesty Shall I tell you what I think of you? You're spoiled! You're a conscientious worker But you're spoiled Giving credit where it's due There is much I like in you But it's also very true That you're spoiled! Everybody's always bowing to the King Everybody has to grovel to the King By your Buddha you are blessed By your ladies you're caressed But the one who loves you best is the King All that bowing and kow-towing To remind you of your royalty I find a most disgusting exhibition I wouldn't ask a Siamese cat To demonstrate his loyalty By taking this ridiculous position How would you like it if you were a man Playing the part of a toad Crawling around on your elbows and knees Eating the dust of the road! Toads! Toads! All of your people are toads! Yes, Your Majesty; No, Your Majesty Tell us how low to go, Your Majesty Make some more decrees, Your Majesty Don't let us up off out knees, Your Majesty Give us a kick, if you please, Your Majesty Give us a kick, if you would, Your Majesty Oh, that was good, Your Majesty!