Fragment of an Agon -

SWEENEY. WAUCHOPE. HORSFALL. KLIPSTEIN. KRUMPACKER. SWARTS. SNOW. DORIS. DUSTY . SWEENEY :

I'll carry you off
To a cannibal isle. DORIS :
You'll be the cannibal! SWEENEY :
You'll be the missionary!
You'll be my little seven stone missionary!
I'll gobble you up. I'll be the cannibal. DORIS :
You'll carry me off? To a cannibal isle? SWEENEY :
I'll be the cannibal. DORIS :
I'll be the missionary.
I'll convert you! SWEENEY :
I'll convert you !
Into a stew.
A nice little, white little, missionary stew. DORIS :
You wouldn't eat me! SWEENEY :
Yes I'd eat you!
In a nice little, white little, soft little, tender little,
Juicy little, right little, missionary stew.
You see this egg
You see this egg
Well that's life on a crocodile isle.
There's no telephones
There's no gramophones
There's no motor cars
No two-seaters, no six-seaters,
No Citroin, no Rolls-Royce.
Nothing to eat but the fruit as it grows.
Nothing to see but the palmtrees one way
And the sea the other way,
Nothing to hear but the sound of the surf.
Nothing at all but three things DORIS :
What things? SWEENEY :
Birth, and copulation, and death.
That's all, that's all, that's all, that's all,
Birth, and copulation, and death. DORIS :
I'd be bored. SWEENEY :
You'd be bored.
Birth, and copulation, and death. DORIS :
I'd be bored. SWEENEY :
You'd be bored.
Birth, and copulation, and death.
That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks:
Birth, and copulation, and death.
I've been born, and once is enough.
You dont remember, but I remember,
Once is enough.

SONG BY WAUCHOPE AND HORSFALL SWARTS AS TAMBO. SNOW AS BONES

Under the bamboo
Bamboo bamboo
Under the bamboo tree
Two live as one
One live as two
Two live as three
Under the bam
Under the boo
Under the bamboo tree.

Where the breadfruit fall
And the penguin call
And the sound is the sound of the sea
Under the bam
Under the boo
Under the bamboo tree

Where the Gauguin maids
In the banyan shades
Wear palmleaf drapery
Under the bam
Under the boo
Under the bamboo tree.

Tell me in what part of the wood
Do you want to flirt with me?
Under the breadfruit, banyan, palmleaf
Or under the bamboo tree?
Any old tree will do for me
Any old wood is just as good
Any old isle is just my style
Any fresh egg
Any fresh egg
And the sound of the coral sea. DORIS :

I dont like eggs; I never liked eggs;
And I dont like life on your crocodile isle.

SONG BY KLIPSTEIN AND KRUMPACKER SNOW AND SWARTS AS BEFORE

My little island girl
My little island girl
I'm going to stay with you
And we won't worry what to do
We won't have to catch any trains
And we won't go home when it rains
We'll gather hibiscus flowers
For it won't be minutes but hours
For it won't be hours but years
And the morning
And the evening
And noontime
And night
Morning
Evening
Noontime
Night DORIS :

That's not life, that's no life
Why I'd just as soon be dead. SWEENEY :
That's what life is. Just is DORIS :
What is?
What's that life is? SWEENEY :
Life is death.
I knew a man once did a girl in — DORIS :
Oh Mr. Sweeney, please dont talk,
I cut the cards before you came
And I drew the coffin SWARTS :
You drew the coffin? DORIS :
I drew the COFFIN very last card.
I dont care for such conversation
A woman runs a terrible risk. SNOW :
Let Mr. Sweeney continue his story.
I assure you, Sir, we are very inter es ted. SWEENEY :
I knew a man once did a girl in
Any man might do a girl in
Any man has to, needs to, wants to
Once in a lifetime, do a girl in.
Well he kept her there in a bath
With a gallon of lysol in a bath SWARTS :
These fellows always get pinched in the end. SNOW :
Excuse me, they dont all get pinched in the end.
What about them bones on Epsom Heath?
I seen that in the papers
You seen it in the papers
They dont all get pinched in the end. DORIS :
A woman runs a terrible risk. SNOW :
Let Mr. Sweeney continue his story. SWEENEY :
This one didn't get pinched in the end
But that's another story too.
This went on for a couple of months
Nobody came
And nobody went
But he took in the milk and he paid the rent. SWARTS :
What did he do?
All that time, what did he do? SWEENEY :
What did he do! what did he do?
That dont apply.
Talk to live men about what they do.
He used to come and see me sometimes
I'd give him a drink and cheer him up. DORIS :
Cheer him up? DUSTY :
Cheer him up? SWEENEY :
Well here again that dont apply
But I've gotta use words when I talk to you.
But here's what I was going to say.
He didn't know if he was alive
and the girl was dead
He didn't know if the girl was alive
and he was dead
He didn't know if they both were alive
or both were dead
If he was alive then the milkman wasn't
and the rent-collector wasn't
And if they were alive then he was dead.
There wasn't any joint
There wasn't any joint
For when you're alone
When you're alone like he was alone
You're either or neither
I tell you again it dont apply
Death or life or life or death
Death is life and life is death
I gotta use words when I talk to you
But if you understand or if you dont
That's nothing to me and nothing to you
We all gotta do what we gotta do
We're gona sit here and drink this booze
We're gona sit here and have a tune
We're gona stay and we're gona go
And somebody's gotta pay the rent DORIS :
I know who SWEENEY :
But that's nothing to me and nothing to you.

FULL CHORUS: WAUCHOPE, HORSFALL, KLIPSTEIN, KRUMPACKER

When you're alone in the middle of the night and you
wake in a sweat and a hell of a fright
When you're alone in the middle of the bed and you
wake like someone hit you in the head
You've had a cream of a nightmare dream and you've
got the hoo-ha's coming to you.
Hoo hoo hoo
You dreamt you waked up at seven o'clock and it's foggy
and it's damp and it's dawn and it's dark
And you wait for a knock and the turning of a lock for
you know the hangman's waiting for you.
And perhaps you're alive
And perhaps you're dead
Hoo ha ha
Hoo ha ha
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo
Knock Knock Knock
Knock Knock Knock
Knock
Knock
Knock
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