Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner
Music: Frederick Loewe
"Doolittle (sings)
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron,
So he could do his job and never shirk.
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron, but,
With a little bit of luck,
With a little bit of luck,
Someone elseâll do the blinkinâ work!
The Trio â Jamie, Harry, and Doolittle (dancing to pub)
With a little bit, with a little bit,
With a little bit of luck,
Youâll never work!
Doolittle (stopping them at pub)
The Lord above made liquor for temptation;
To see if man could turn away from sin.
The Lord above made liquor for temptation; but,
With a little bit of luck,
With a little bit of luck,
When temptation comes, youâll give right in!
The Trio (doing can-can, Alfie crosses into pub, and out)
With a little bit, with a little bit,
With a little bit of luck,
Youâll give right in!
Doolittle (crossing downstage, Harry to left of him, Jamie to right of him)
Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow;
But with a little bit of luck
Youâll run amuck!
The gentle sex was made for man to marry,
To share his nest and see his food is cooked.
The gentle sex was made for man to marry, but,
With a little bit of luck,
With a little bit of luck,
You can have it all and not get hooked.
The Trio (dancing)
With a little bit, with a little bit,
With a little bit of luck,
You wonât get hooked!
(crossing in chain dance)
With a little bit, with a little bit,
With a little bit of bloominâ luck!
(They freeze.)
Angry Woman (sticking head out of tenement window) (spoken)
Shut your face down there! Howâs a woman supposed to get her rest?
(Harry and Jamie have hidden behind the tenement. Doolittle crosses to downstage.)
Doolittle (spoken)
Iâm tryinâ to keep âem quiet, lady!
Angry Man (spoken)
Shut up! Once and for all, shut up!
Doolittle (spoken)
âEre, âere â thatâs no way to talk to a lady!
(Harry and Jamie join him.)
Weâve got to be neighborly-like, boys. After all:
(sings)
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor;
No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam.
The lord above made man to help his neighbor, but,
(He mouths the next two lines, whispering.)
With a little bit of luck,
With a little bit of luck,
(sings, roaring)
When he comes around you wonât be home!
Jamie, Harry, and Doolittle (Doolittle conducting the others)
With a little bit, with a little bit,
With a little bit of luck,
You wonât be home!
Doolittle (arms on their shoulders)
Theyâre always throwinâ goodness at you;
But with a little bit of luck,
A man can duck!
(He ducks, crosses, hand on hip.)
Oh, itâs a crime for man to go philandârinâ
And fill his wifeâs poor heart with grief and doubt.
(He turns left and kicks his leg in can-can style.)
Oh, itâs a crime for man to go philandârinâ, but,
With a little bit of luck,
With a little bit of luck,
You can see the bloodhound donât find out!
The Trio (yelling at houses as Alfie does impromptu tap dance)
With a little bit, with a little bit,
With a little bit of luck,
She wonât find out!
With a little bit, with a little bit,
With a little bit of bloominâ luck!"