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    "Mad Dogs and Englishmen (used in Cochran's revue "Words And Music")" Lyrics

    Noël Coward

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    In tropical climes there are certain times of day
    When all the citizens retire
    To tear their clothes off and perspire
    It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey
    Because the sun is much too sultry
    And one must avoid its ultra violet ray

    Papalaka papalaka papalaka boo
    Papalaka papalaka papalaka boo
    Digariga digariga digariga doo
    Digariga digariga digariga doo

    The native grieve when the white
    Men leave their huts, because
    They're obviously definitely nuts!

    Mad dogs and Englishmen
    Go out in the midday sun
    The Japanese don't care to
    The Chinese wouldn't dare to
    Hindoos and Argentines sleep
    Firmly from twelve to one
    But Englishmen detest a siesta
    In the Philippines
    There are lovely screens

    To protect you from the glare
    In the Malay States
    There are hats like plates
    Which the Britishers won't wear
    At twelve noon the natives swoon
    And no further work is done
    But mad dogs and Englishmen
    Go out in the midday sun

    It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
    That though the English are effete
    They're quite impervious to heat
    When the white man rides every native hides in glee
    Because the simple creatures hope he
    Will impale his solar topee on a tree

    Bolyboly bolyboly bolyboly baa
    Bolyboly bolyboly bolyboly baa
    Habaninny habaninny habaninny haa
    Habaninny habaninny habaninny haa

    It seems such a shame
    When the English claim
    The earth that they give rise to
    Such hilarity and mirth

    Mad dogs and Englishmen
    Go out in the midday sun.
    The toughest Burmese bandit
    Can never understand it
    In Rangoon the heat of noon
    Is just what the natives shun
    They put their Scotch or Rye down
    And lie down in a jungle town

    Where the sun beats down
    To the rage of man and beast
    The English garb
    Of the English sahib
    Merely gets a bit more creased
    In Bangkok
    At twelve o'clock
    They foam at the mouth and run
    Slut mad dogs and Englishmen
    Go out in the midday sun

    Mad dogs and Englishmen
    Go out in the midday sun.
    The smallest Malay rabbit
    Deplores this stupid habit in Hongkong
    They strike a gong and
    Fire off a noonday gun
    To reprimand each inmate
    Who's in late

    In the mangrove swamps
    Where the python romps
    There is peace from twelve till two
    Even caribous
    Lie around and snooze
    For there's nothing else
    To do in Bengal to move
    At all is seldom, if ever done
    But mad dogs and Englishmen
    Go out in the midday sun
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Noel Coward.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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