Meredith Willson - Piano Lesson/If You Don't Mind My Saying So lyrics

Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian: He tried Mrs. Paroo: Did you say anythin'? Marian: Of course not, Mama! Now don't dawdle, Amaryllis So do la ti mi A little slower and please Keep the fingers curved as nice And as high as you possibly can Don't get faster Mrs. Paroo: If you don't mind my sayin' so It wouldn't have hurt you To find out what the gentleman wanted Marian: I know what the gentleman wanted Mrs. Paroo: What, dear? Marian: You'll find it in Balzac Mrs. Paroo: Excuse me fer livin' but I never read it Marian: Neither has anyone else in this town Mrs. Paroo: There you go again with the same old comment About the low mentality of River City people And takin' it all to much to heart Marian: Now, Mama As long as the Madison Public Library was entrusted To me for the purpose of improving River City's cultural level I can't help my concern that the Ladies of River City Keep ignoring all my council and advice Mrs. Paroo: But, darlin'--when a woman has a husband And you've got none Why should she take advice from you? Even if you can quote Balzac and Shakespeare And all them other highfalutin' Greeks Marian: Momma, if you don't mind my sayin' so You have a bad habit of changin' ev'ry subject-- Mrs. Paroo: Well, I haven't changed the subject! I was talking about that stranger-- Marian: What stranger? Mrs. Paroo: With the suitcase who may be your very last chance Marian: Mama! Do you think that I'd allow a common masher-- Now, really Mama! I have my standards where men are concerned And I have no intention-- Mrs. Paroo: I know all about your standards And if you don't mind my sayin' so There's not a man alive Who could hope to measure up to that blend'a Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat and Noah Webster You've got concocted for yourself outta your Irish imagination Your Iowa stubbornness, and your liberry fulla' books!