Day One

作曲 : Tim Minchin

作詞 : Tim Minchin

Who is that?

Who is that?

Emerging from his burrow?

Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow?

Shaman of the shadows

Springer of the spring

Come on

Is it a squirrel?

Is it a beaver?

Kinda both

But not quite either!

That's right, woodchuck-chuckers, it's

Groundhog Day!

We're here live from Gobbler's Knob talking about everything! Weather

Predictions

Tempurature

The weather

It just got

Totally wacky!

That's our town on February 2nd

I mean what could be crazier than groundhogs in February?

Good morning, this is your wake up call

Thank you

Happy Groundhog Day

Yeah, happy Groundhog Day..

By the way, that's a great hat you're wearing

Thanks! I made it myself

Lumpy bed, ugly curtains

Pointless erection

There's talk of a blizzard

Well, it's cold enough

How cold would you say it is?

Oh, I'm no good at science

Dried flowers, damp towels

No reception

Doesn't matter how cold it is, it's how cold you feel

You know, you lose up to eighty percent of your body heat through your head?

Screw that

Small town, tiny minds

Big mouths, small ideas

Gooooo Chucks!

Shallow talk, deep snow

Cold fronts, big rears

Change the subject. Now, how cold was it last year?

In degrees?

I heard they don't even use degrees in Europe

That's a good point

Great point

Lotta mysteries out there

One bar, one store, one clock

One diner, one bank, one cop

But right now, the question on everyone's lips

Chapped lips

Do you think Phil will see his shadow? What's your prediction?

I mean,

What's not to like in a quaint little place like this?

Who doesn't dig a crocheted pillowcase like this?

Watercolors of bucolic vistas

Painted by octogenarian spinsters

And all of the people just getting together

For relentless analysis of the weather

Their dumb superstitions and vacuous chat

I'm sure there was a pack of Xanax in this jacket

You couldn't pay me to stay here one more night

Swear that there is no check you could write that might

Tempt me to stay and wake up in the morning in

Punxsutawney

There's nothing more depressing than

Small Town U.S.A.

And small don't come much smaller than

Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day

There's nothing more (Punxsutawney)

Depressing than (Pennsylvania)

Small Town U.S.A. (U.S.A)

And small don't come much (Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh)

smaller than

Punxsutawney on Groundhog

Day (Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day)

I've not a bad word to say about small towns per se

They're nice for an hour or at a stretch, half a day

And they're perfect for a stop-off on your way

On your way to somewhere else

Pretty much anywhere else

And I've no qualm at all

With your small-town people

I admire their balls

Getting out of bed at all

To face another day in a shit-hole this small

All haystacks and horses where there should be golf courses

And one bar, one store, one clock

One diner, one bank, one cop

How can they bear it

To live in a place like this?

Separate from the whole human race like this?

One little store selling plaid shirts and rakes

And it's huntin' and fishin' and half-pounder steaks

And if I have a hope of a better career than this

This is the last time I'm broadcasting here

Jesus

I have been forecasting too many years

To be talking to hicks about magical beavers

When I'm done, gonna call up the station

And tell them I'm through with this crap

And never again will I wake in the morning in

Punxsutawney

Is a little town

With a heart as big as any town

As any small town in the U.S.A.

And there is no town greater than

Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day

Tomorrow I'll wake and I'll call up the station

And tell them I'm not coming back

And never again will I wake in the morning in

Every morning I wake to the dawning of

Never again will I wake in the morning in

Punxsutawney

Is a little town

With a heart as big as any town

There's nothing more

depressing than (As any small town)

Small Town U.S.A. (In the U.S.A.)

And there is no town (There is no town greater than)

smaller than (Punxsutawney)

Punxsutawney on Groundhog (A heart as big as any town)

There's nothing more

depressing than (As any small town)

Small Town U.S.A. (In the U.S.A.)

There is no town smaller than (And there is no town greater than)

Punxsutawney on (Punxsutawney on)

Punxsutawney on (Punxsutawney on)

Punxsutawney on (Punxsutawney on)

(Groundhog)

Just kill me now (Day!)

Who is that?

Who is that?

Emerging from his burrow?

Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow?

Shaman of the shadows

Springer of the spring

Is it a squirrel?

Is it a beaver?

Kinda both

But not quite either!

All the meteorologists

The world has ever known

Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill

We can guess but we won't know

If we should dress for sun or snow

Until we hear it from Punxsutawney Phil

Every year for a hundred years

We've bent our heads and lent our ears

To listen to his famed prognostication

Lucky for you, I speak with ease

Both English and Groundhog-ese

Please stand-by for imminent translation

This brown log contain-eth

One groundhog, the famous

Phillip of Punxsutawney

Gifted sniffer of future mornings

The finest specimen you will find

Of Rodentia: Sciuridae

Our own uncanny whistle-pig

The ground-est hog that ever lived

A hundred years and he is still

The pride of Punxsutawney

The prophet of PA

Prognosticatin' Punxsutawney Phil

Who is that?

Who is that?

Emerging from his burrow?

Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow?

Shaman of the shadows

Springer of the spring

Is it a squirrel?

Is it a beaver?

Kinda both

But not quite either

All the meteorologists

The world has ever known

Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill

We can guess but we won't know

If we should dress for sun or snow

Until we hear it from Punxsutawney Phil

Punxsutawney Phil, seer of seers

Prognosticator of prognosticators

Has declared in Groundhog-ese

That he did indeed see his shadow

Six more weeks of winter!

Awwwww

Yaaay!

All the meteorologists

The world has ever known

Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill

We can guess but we won't know

If we should dress for sun or snow

Until we hear it from Punxsutawney Phil

February 2nd

First remote broadcast

GHD in Punx, PA

Unexpected weather (Tomorrow)

Seems we're staying here for (Spring will come, and then)

another night

Which is kinda fine (There will be blue skies, my )

It's a sweet town and (friend)

People are kind and

The bartender's kind of hot

Hopefully, tomorrow (Tomorrow)

The roads will be cleared (There will be sun)

And we can go home

Working with Phil Connors (And if not tomorrow)

They all told me he would be an asshole

And he is

(Perhaps the day aaaaaa-)

Luckily he's funny-ish

Thinks he's too good for this

Tomorrow

Spring will come, and then

There will be blue skies, my friend

Bright eyes and laughter

Tomorrow, there will be sun

But if not tomorrow

Perhaps the day aaaaa-