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Mad Dogs and Englishmen

Noel Coward and Orchestra, Gertrude Lawrence2012年3月12日

Mad Dogs and Englishmen 歌詞

Mad Dogs and Englishmen - Noel Coward and Orchestra/Gertrude Lawrence

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 biggest fools obey

 

Because the sun is much

Too sultry and one must avoid

It's ultry violet ray

 

The natives grieve when

The white men leave their huts

 

Because they're obviously

Absolutely nuts

 

Mad dogs and Englishmen

Go out in the midday sun

The Japanese don't care to

The Chinese wouldn't dare to

 

Hindus 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

 

It seems such a shame that

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 the jungle town where

The sun beats down

To the rage of man or 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

But 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 foolish habit

In Hong Kong 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 down 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

Out in the midday

Out in the midday

Out in the midday

Out in the midday

Out in the midday

 

Out in the midday sun