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• TOUJOUR GAI

  From the Broadway Show "Shinbone Alley" (1957)
  (Joe Darion / George Kleinsinger)
  
  Eartha Kitt (Broadway Production) - 1957
  Tammy Grimes (TV Production) - 1960
  Carol Channing (Animated Film Production) - 1971
  
  
  My youth I shall never forget
  But there's nothing I really regret
  The years I have poured down the drain
  Have sparkled like gold in champagne
  
  It's cheerio my dearrio
  Prance and pirouette
  It's cheerio my dearrio
  There's a life in me yet
  
  Toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai
  Toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai
  I sing all my troubles away
  
  I don't care to cry with a king
  But with any old beggar I'll sing
  I'll dance in the sun or the shade
  To any old tune that is played
  
  I'll sing 'neath a bleary-eyed moon
  A rowdy and rollicking tune
  But no time for sleeping have I
  I'll sleep long enough when I die
  
  It's cheerio my dearrio
  Prance and pirouette
  It's cheerio my dearrio
  There's a life in me yet
  
  Toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai
  Toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai
  
  I'll sing away my troubles
  They'll vanish like bubbles
  I'll sing all my troubles away
  Toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai
  (Toujour gai, toujour gai, toujour gai)

• Flotsam and jetsam

  From the Broadway Show "Shinbone Alley" (1957)
  (Joe Darion / George Kleinsinger)
  
  Eartha Kitt (Broadway Production) - 1957
  Tammy Grimes (TV Production) - 1960
  Carol Channing (Animated Film Production) - 1971
  
  Flotsam and jetsam on the sea of life.
  Me without a husband, me without a wife.
  No kit, no kin, no chit, no child.
  Flotsam and jetsam on the wild, wild sea of life.
  
  what troubles new to me archy.
  
  Oh I remember momma my dear sweet momma
  before her ignominious death.
  
  She'd lean crossed my cradle and I'd swoon with joy
  from the catnip on her breath.
  
  Oh, Flotsam and jetsam on the stormy sea.
  Me a ruthless rover, unoccupied.
  No kin, no kit, no child, no chit.
  flotsam and jetsam in the wicked, wicked, wicked world.
  
  If your born an insect,
  a frail frail insect you'll never live a life of ease.
  Not only do you have to bear the scorn of men,
  you'll have to tip your hat to fleas.
  
  You're always being picked on by
  BIG FAT PEOPLE
  You're Lower than the lowly worms
  If they want to pick on someone lower still
  the only thing that's left is germs.
  
  Flotsam and jetsam floating side by side.
  Tossed in all directions.
  drifting with the tide.
  No hope, no friends, no hub, no home.
  
  Tossed, and troubled as we roll the wide, wide world.
  
  Well I'll live until I'm 80.
  A gai, gai lady.
  When I'm to my rest I sink, just sell my ragged carcass,
  to Ferguson, and they'll turn me into mink!
  
  When I meet the great exterminator.
  Don't sneer because a bug has died.
  Forget my ugly carcass and remember just the friendship that was deep inside.
  
  Oh, flotsam and jetsam as we open cope.
  You my only comfort, you my only hope.
  My kit, my kin, my pal, my friend.
  Clinging together,
  to the great ole big ole world.