The Swamps of Home - Original Broadway Cast

Just around the corner there's heartache Down the street that losers use If you can wade in through the teardrops You'll find me at the Home of the Blues I walk and cry while my heartbeat Keeps time with the drag of my shoes The sun never shines through this window of mine It's dark at the Home of the Blues Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest memories Memories so sweet that I cry Dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad I just want to give up and lay down and die So if you've just lost your sweetheart And it seems there's no good way to choose Come along with me, misery loves company You're welcome at the Home of the Blues Just around the corner there's heartache Down the street that losers use If you can wade in through the teardrops You'll find me at the Home of the Blues Yeah,you're gonna find me at the Home of the Blues

Everything's gonna be alright boys Help is on the way Hold your head up high now There's no need to cry now We're not runnin' anymore Leave the politics behind boys They're not workin' anymore There's so much more at stake here It's make or break here Haven't we been here before? C'mon Tell me what we're waiting for? You gotta remember Oh you don't have to be afraid You still have the freedom to learn And say what you wanna say You gotta remember No don't let 'em take away The land we call The home of the brave Who sings the song of the people You don't hear it anymore I heard it late last summer To the beat of a different drummer It never sounded quite like that before So you're trying to shake this feeling That trouble's right outside your door You lie awake each dark night Like a time bomb wound up too tight A storm in waiting, just offshore Oh c'mon Tell me what we're waiting for You gotta remember Oh you don't have to be afraid You still have the freedom to learn And say what you wanna say You gotta remember No don't let 'em take away The land we call The home of the brave You gotta remember Oh you don't have to be afraid You still have the freedom to learn And say what you wanna say You gotta remember No don't let 'em take away The land we call The home of the brave Oh you don't have to be afraid You still have the freedom to learn And say what you wanna say You gotta remember No don't let 'em take away The land we call The home of the brave

Welcome, dear friends, to our contest The first that this kingdom has ever seen! We gather today for a vocal display So our prince may at last choose a queen! (Spoken) These six princesses possess the most accomplished voices in all the land! Tonight, one of you will go home with the crown! May the best woman win! PRINCESS 1: Listen to me Don't I sound rich? Loud, am I not? Plus, I've got perfect pitch Wouldn't you think I'm the girl The girl who has everything? PRINCE ERIC (spoken): That's not her voice. I'll know it the moment I hear it— PRINCESS 2: Listen to this Clear as can be! You'll know I'm it When I hit my high C! Ah! PRINCESS 3: Wouldn't you think I'm the girl The girl who has everything? Everything! Everything... PRINCESS 4: I'm a world-famous coloratura! PRINCESS 5: My vibrato is second to none! PRINCESS 6: I'm a walking display of bravura! It's so clear... Can't you hear? PRINCESS 5: I'm the one! PRINCESS 4: I'm the one! PRINCESSES 3 and 6: I'm the one! I'm the one!

Les poissons, les poissons How I love les poissons Love to chop and to serve little fish First, I cut off their heads Then I pull out their bones Ah mais oui, ca c'est toujours délice Les poissons, les poissons Hee hee hee, haw haw haw With a clever I hack them in two I pull out what's inside And I serve it up fried God, I love little fishes, don't you? Here's something for tempting the palate Prepared in the classic technique First, you pound the fish flat with a mallet Then, you slash through the skin Give the belly a slice Then you rub some salt in 'Cause that makes it taste nice Zut alors, I have missed one! Sacre bleu, what is this? How on earth could i miss Such a sweet little succulent crab Quel Domage, what a loss Here we go, in the sauce Now some flour I think just a dab Now I stuff you with bread It don't hurt, 'cause you're dead! And you're certainly lucky you are 'Cause it's gonna be hot in my bug silver pot! Tout aloo mon poisson Au revoir