The Boy From...
(music by Mary Rodgers; lyrics by Stephen Sondheim)Tall and tender, like an Apollo,
He goes walking by, and I have to follow him,
The boy from Tacarembo la Tumbe del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas la Junta del Sol y Cruz. [always pronounced crooth herein]When we meet, I feel I'm on fire
And I'm breathless everytime I enquire,
"How are things in Tacarembo la Tumbe del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas la Junta del Sol y Cruz?"Why, when I speak, does he vanish?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
Why is he acting so clannish?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
I wish I understood Spanish.When I tell him I think he's the end,
He giggles a lot with his friend.
Tall and slender, moves like a dancer,
But I never seem to get any answer
From the boy from Tacarembo la Tumbe del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas la Junta del Sol y Cruz.I got the blueth.
Why are his trousers vermillion?
His trousers are vermillion.
Why does he claim he's Castilian?
He thayth that he'th Cathtilian.
Why do his friends call him Lillian?And I hear at the end of the week
He's leaving to start a boutique.
Thought I smile, I'm only pretending
'Cause I know today's the last I'll be spending
With the boy from Tacarembo la Tumbe del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas la Junta del Sol y Cruz.Tomorrow he sails.
He's moving to Wales,
To live in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobullllandysiliogogogoch.** [pronounced, approximately, hchlan-vair-puch-gwin-gich-gwan-gair-ich-wirn-drew-buch-hchlan-ta-sil-ly-aw-gaw-gaw-gawch]