There You Are

Chairman:

What's a king without his crown?

Take away his throne and gown

He could be the rabble or the Russian czar

Judge each creature of our race

By each feature in his face

Look at him ( I rest my case) well there you are!

And it matters not to me what part of town you've come from

We but cheer you've made it here at all

Here within this garish parish called the music hall

Chairman & Company:

And there you are

How very glad we are that there you are

It isn't who you are but where you are

And there you are, and grateful are we to see

How fine and fair you are! There you are

Prysock:

I am standing with a gent who seems singularly bent

On attaching both his hands to both my knees

Nutting:

I'm considering the lap of a most engaging chap

And I'll let him do exactly as I please

Paget:

I've a lady down in front who's handed me her latch key

Surely she must know that spells her doom

Peregrine:

And this man has grand designs to show me

In my dressing room

Chairman & Company:

And there you are

How distingue and debonair you are

Just slightly south of Leicester Square you are

That thankful we all should be full well-aware you are

So lightning quick let's all kick up a fuss

We can but pray your trust is blind in us

So drink your fill and just unwind in us

A warmly wicked frame of mind in us

You'll find in us

We want you! and not a lot we care for

where you've been

And not a jot we care how you got in:

We but care that there you are

Damned if there you are