Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner
Music: Frederick Loewe
"Eliza (picking coins out of her basket, one by one, exclaiming happily at each one) (spoken)
Aooow! Aoooow! Aooooow!
Aooow!
(The music punctuates each exclamation.)
First Cockney (with a sweep of his hat) (spoken)
Shouldn’t you stand up, gentlemen? We’ve got a bloomin’ heiress in our midst!
Second Cockney (rises, snaps heels) (spoken)
Would you be lookin’ for a good butler, Eliza?
Eliza
You won’t do.
(Second Cockney twirling moustache, sings)
Second Cockney
It’s rather dull in town;
I think I’ll take me to Paree. Mmmmm!
Third Cockney (rises) (sings)
The missus wants to open up
The castle in Capri. Mmmmm!
First Cockney (with a cough) (sings)
Me doctor recommends a
Quiet summer by the sea.
The Cockney Quartet
Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!
Wouldn’t it be loverly!
Third Cockney (spoken)
Where’re ya bound for this spring, Eliza? Biarritz?
Eliza (at pillar) (sings)
All I want is a room somewhere;
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair;
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
(sits on orange crate)
Lots of choc’late for me to eat;
Lots of coal makin’ lots of heat;
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Oh, so loverly sittin’ absobloomin’lutely still!
I would never budge, till
Spring crept over me windersill.
Someone’s head restin’ on my knee;
Warm and tender as he can be,
Who takes good care of me;
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Loverly! Loverly!
Loverly! Loverly!
The Cockney Quartet (as Eliza crosses to them)
Ah, ah,
All I want is a room somewhere;
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair;
Eliza
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
All
Ah,
Lots of choc’late for me to eat;
Lots of coal makin’ lots of heat.
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet;
Eliza
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Solo Tenor
Ah, ah, ah.
Eliza
Oh, so loverly sittin’ absobloomin’lutely still!
I would never budge, till
Spring crept over me windersill.
The Cockney Quartet
Over me winder,
Ah, ah,
Someone’s head restin’ on my knee,
Warm and tender as she can be,
All
Who takes good care of me;
Eliza
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
The Cockney Quartet
Ah,
Loverly!
Eliza
Loverly!
The Cockney Quartet
Ah,
Loverly!
Dance
(The men whistle a full chorus as the sweepers dance.)
Eliza
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly!
The Cockney Quartet
Ah,
Loverly!
Eliza
Loverly!
The Cockney Quartet
Ah,
Loverly!
Eliza (as they all warm their hands by the fire)
Loverly!"