Andrew Lloyd Webber - Bathing Beauty lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen Mr. Y is pleased to present to you His final surprise of the season A command performance by Christine Daaé The most heavenly diva of this or any age But first, for those of you Whose taste is a little more earthbound The sweetheart of the midway The Ooh La La Girl The incomparable... Meg Giry! I took a little trip to Coney Island To get away from all the city sprawl I couldn't bear to choose which bathing suit to use So goodness me, I guess I brought 'em all But when at last I got to Coney Island And found myself a spot upon the sand I noticed something strange There was no place to change (Uh oh!) And so I asked my friends to lend a hand Girls? (Aah, ooh) Bathing beauty Take a look at you Bathing beauty on the beach Bathing beauty, say hello What a cutie, what a peach Bathing beauty, watch her go Posing under her parasol She is what you call a real spectacle Prim and proper with cla** of poise But she's got the boys at the plaque to call Bathing beauty on the beach See her practically glow Wearin' a smile and hittin' Coney Island Bathing beaut of a show Bathing beauty on the beach (Stripes!) Ooh! What a cutie, what a peach (Spots!) Ooh! Bathing beauty, bathing beauty (Checks! Checks!) Checks, checks, checks, checks (Oops!) Bathing beauty on the beach See her practically glow Takin' the sun in 'till all the boys are runnin' Go and unclothe her and get a tan all over Wearing a smile and hittin' Coney Island The bathing beaut of our show Bathing beauty, say hello Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Meg Giry The Ooh La La Girl! (In just a few moments, Christine Daaé, the world's most celebrated songbird, will be making her American debut here at Phantasma. But first, performing feats of miraculous, muscular strength, the mighty Squelch!)