Jerry Herman - Cocktail Counterpoint (aka "Dishes") lyrics

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Jerry Herman - Cocktail Counterpoint (aka "Dishes") lyrics

Jean-Michel No, you're with the French Foreign Service George Sir I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear Nobody dished Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire Would you like an hors d'oeuvre? Let me help How adorable these dishes are Are these youngsters playing together? They look like Greeks Oh, no, no, there wouldn't be any Greeks on my plate Unless they weren't washed well Well, young boys in any case No, there must be girls too. This is a mixed service Oh, what lovely dishes They're so delicate and frail Mine have naked children I believe they're only male Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name Anyway, she's very sorry This is even worse than I feared The son is strange The father is weird To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid I prefer that Anne remain an old maid My wife and I are devoted couple And my son knows how much I love him and to what extremes But my wife Oh I love her like an ani-mal It's apalling to confess Our new in-laws are a mess She's a prude, he's a prig She's a pill, he's a pig So zis zis zis for you, Papa I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear Nobody dished Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire Oh, what lovely dishes They're so delicate and frail Mine have naked children I believe they're only male Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name This is even worse than I feared The son is strange The father is weird To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid It's apalling to confess Our new in-laws are a mess She's a prude, he's a prig She's a pill, he's a pig So zis zis zis for you, Papa I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear Nobody dished Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire Oh, what lovely dishes They're so delicate and frail Mine have naked children I believe they're only male Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name This is even worse than I feared The son is strange The father is weird To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid It's apalling to confess Our new in-laws are a mess She's a prude, he's a prig She's a pill, he's a pig So zis zis zis for you, Papa Here's mother