2011 MUSICAL SELECTIONS

“I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General”: The Pirates of Penzance, 1879

“Kansas City”: Oklahoma!, 1943

“America”: West Side Story, 1957

“Tradition”: Fiddler on the Roof, 1964

“Aquarius”: Hair, 1967

“A New Argentina”: Evita, 1976

“Do You Hear the People Sing”: Les Miserables, 1980

“The World Will Know”: Newsies, 1992

“Yakko’s Universe”: Animaniacs, 1993

“What You Own”: Rent, 1996

“Blame Canada”: South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut, 1999

“Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist”: Avenue Q, 2003

“O Saya“: Slumdog Millionaire, 2008

“My Eyes”: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, 2008

“I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General” Watch it here The Pirates of Penzance, 1879 Listen to it here Music by Arthur Sullivan Lyrics by W.S. Gilbert

I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical; I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical, I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical, About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news, (Lot o’ news… Ah!) With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.

I'm very good at integral and differential calculus; I know the scientific names of beings animalculous: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General. I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's; I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox, I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus, In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous; I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies, I know the croaking chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes! Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore, (Din afore, din afore… Ah!) And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.

Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform, And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin," When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin, When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at, And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat," When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery, When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery— In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy— (Ooh, strategy… Strategy? Bat-a-gee? Rat-a-gee? Ah, I’ve got it!) You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.

For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury, Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century; But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

“Kansas City” Listen to it here Oklahoma!, 1943 Music by Richard Rodgers Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II

I went to Kansas City on a Friday By Saturday I learned a thing or two But up 'till then I didn't have an idea Of what the modern world was comin' to. I counted twenty gas buggies going by theirselves Almost every time I took a walk An' then I put my ear to a bell telephone An' a strange woman started into talk. What next! What next? Everything's up to date in Kansas City They gone about as far as they can go They went an' built a skyscraper seven stories high About as high as a building ought to grow. Everything's like a dream in Kansas City It's better than a magic lantern show. You can turn the radiator on whenever you want some heat With every kind of comfort every house is all complete. You could walk the privees in the rain and never wet your feet! They've gone about as far as they can go. They've gone about as far as they can go! Everything's up to date in Kansas City They've gone about as far as they can go They got a big theatre they call a burlesque For fifty cents you could see a dandy show! One of the gals is fat and pink and pretty As round above as she was round below I could swear that she was padded from her shoulder to her heel But then she started dancing and her dancing made me feel That every single thing she had was absolutely real! She went about as far as she could go Yes, Sir! She went about as far as she could go!

“America” Watch the 2009 Broadway version here West Side Story, 1957 Watch the film version here Music by Leonard Bernstein Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim

ROSALIA: Puerto Rico, You lovely island... Island of tropical breezes. Always the pineapples growing, Always the coffee blossoms blowing...

ANITA: Puerto Rico... You ugly island... Island of tropic diseases. Always the hurricanes blowing, Always the population growing... And the money owing, And the babies crying, And the bullets flying. I like the island Manhattan. Smoke on your pipe and put that in!

OTHERS: I like to be in America! O.K. by me in America! Ev'rything free in America For a small fee in America!

ROSALIA: I like the city of San Juan.

ANITA: I know a boat you can get on.

ROSALIA: Hundreds of flowers in full bloom.

ANITA: Hundreds of people in each room!

ALL: Automobile in America, Chromium steel in America, Wire-spoke wheel in America, Very big deal in America!

ROSALIA: I'll drive a Buick through San Juan.

ANITA: If there's a road you can drive on.

ROSALIA: I'll give my cousins a free ride.

ANITA: How you get all of them inside?

ALL: Immigrant goes to America, Many hellos in America; Nobody knows in America Puerto Rico's in America!

ROSALIA: I'll bring a T.V. to San Juan.

ANITA: If there a current to turn on!

ROSALIA: I'll give them new washing machine.

ANITA: What have they got there to keep clean?

ALL: I like the shores of America! Comfort is yours in America! Knobs on the doors in America, Wall-to-wall floors in America!

ROSALIA: When I will go back to San Juan.

ANITA: When you will shut up and get gone?

ROSALIA: Everyone there will give big cheer!

ANITA: Everyone there will have moved here!

“Prologue” / “Tradition” Watch the film version of “Tradition” here Fiddler on the Roof, 1964 Listen to the original Broadway version here Music by Jerry Bock Lyrics by Joseph Stein

TEVYE: Tradition, tradition! Tradition! Tradition, tradition! Tradition!

TEVYE: A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask, why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous? We stay because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: tradition!

Because of our traditions, we have kept our balance for many years. Here in Anatevka, we have our traditions for everything: how to how to eat, how to sleep, how to work, even how to wear clothes. For instance, we always keep our heads covered, and wear these little prayer-shawls. This shows our constant devotion to God.

You may ask, how did this tradition get started? I'll tell you. I don't know. But it's a tradition. And because of our traditions, every one here knows who he is, and what God expects him to do.

TEVYE & PAPAS: Who, day and night, must scramble for a living, Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers? And who has the right, as master of the house, To have the final word at home? The Papa, the Papa! Tradition. The Papa, the Papa! Tradition.

GOLDE & MAMAS: Who must know the way to make a proper home, A quiet home, a kosher home? Who must raise the family and run the home, So Papa's free to read the holy books? The Mama, the Mama! Tradition! The Mama, the Mama! Tradition! SONS: At three, I started Hebrew school. At ten, I learned a trade. I hear they've picked a bride for me. I hope she's pretty. The son, the son! Tradition! The son, the son! Tradition!

DAUGHTERS: And who does Mama teach to mend and tend and fix, Preparing me to marry whoever Papa picks? The daughter, the daughter! Tradition! The daughter, the daughter! Tradition!

TEVYE: Tradition, tradition. Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as... as... as a fiddler on the roof!

“Aquarius” Watch the film version of “Aquarius” here Hair, 1967 Listen to the Broadway revival here Music by Jerry Bock Lyrics by Joseph Stein

TRIBE AND SOLOIST: When the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius

Aquarius Aquarius

Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more falsehoods or derisions Golden living dreams of visions Mystic crystals’ revelations And the mind’s true liberation

Aquarius Aquarius

When the moon is in the seventh house And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius The age of Aquarius

Aquarius Aquarius

“A New Argentina” Watch the 1997 film version here Evita, 1976 Watch the Broadway cast here Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber Lyrics by Tim Rice

PERON: Dice are rolling, the knives are out Would-be presidents are all around I don't say they mean harm But they'd each give an arm To see us six feet underground

EVA: It doesn't matter what those morons say Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew There's only twenty of them anyway What is twenty next to millions who Are looking to you? All you have to do is sit and wait Keeping out of everybody's way We'll ... you'll be handed power on a plate When the ones who matter have their say And with chaos installed You can reluctantly agree to be called

PERON: There again we could be foolish not to quit while we're ahead For distance lends enchantment, and that is why All exiles are distinguished, more important, they're not dead I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay

EVA: This is crazy defeatist talk Why commit political suicide, there's no risk There's no call for any action at all When you have unions on your side

WORKERS: A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied A new Argentina, the voice of the people Cannot be denied

EVA: There is only one man who can lead any workers' regime He lives for your problems, he shares your ideals and your dream He supports you, for he loves you Understands you, is one of you If not, how could he love me?

WORKERS: A new Argentina, the workers' battle song A new Argentina, the voice of the people Rings out loud and long

EVA: Now I am a worker, I've suffered the way that you do I've been unemployed, and I've starved and I've hated it too But I found my salvation in Peron, may the nation Let him save them as he saved me

ALL: A new Argentina, a new age about to begin A new Argentina, we face the world together And no dissent within

PERON: There again we could be foolish not to quit while we're ahead I can see us many miles away, inactive Sipping cocktails on a terrace, taking breakfast in bed Sleeping easy, doing nothing, it's attractive

EVA: Don't think I don't think like you I often get those nightmares too They always take some swallowing Sometimes it's very difficult to keep momentum If it's you that you are following Don't close doors, keep an escape clause Because we might lose the Big Apple But would I have done what I did If I hadn't thought, if I hadn't known We would take the country

Peron has resigned from the army and this we avow The descamisados are those he is marching with now He supports you, for he loves you Understands you, is one of you If not, how could he love me?

ALL: A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied A new Argentina, the voice of the people Cannot be, and must not be denied

CHE: How annoying that they have to fight elections for their cause The inconvenience, having to get a majority If normal methods of persuasion fail to win them applause There are other ways of establishing authority

ALL: A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied A new Argentina, the voice of the people Cannot be, and will not be, and must not be denied.

“Do You Hear the People Sing” Watch it here Les Miserables, 1980 Watch the international version here Music by Claude-Michel Schonberg Watch the French version here Lyrics by Alan Boublil English Translation by Herbert Kretzmer

ENJOLRAS: Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes!

COMBEFERRE: Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Somewhere beyond the barricade Is there a world you long to see?

COURFEYRAC: Then join in the fight That will give you the right to be free!

ALL (Refrain): Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes!

FEUILLY: Will you give all you can give So that our banner may advance Some will fall and some will live Will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs Will water the meadows of France!

(Refrain)

“The World Will Know” Watch it here Newsies, 1992 Score by Alan Menken Song and Lyrics by Jack Feldman

JACK: Pulitzer and Hearst They think we're nothin' Are we nothin'?

NEWSIES: No!

JACK: Pulitzer and Hearst They think they got us Do they got us?

NEWSIES: No!

JACK: Even though we ain't got hats or badges We're a union just by saying so And the world will know!

What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers? Can we do it?

NEWSIES: Yeah!

JACK: We'll do what we gotta do Until we break the will of mighty Bill and Joe

NEWSIES: And the World will know And the Journal too Mister Hearst and Pulitzer Have we got news for you Now the world will hear What we got to say We been hawkin' headlines But we're makin' 'em today And our ranks will grow

CRUTCHY: And we'll kick their rear!

NEWSIES: And the world will know That we been here!

JACK: When the circulation bell starts ringin' Will we hear it?

NEWSIES: No!

JACK: What if the Delanceys come out swingin' Will we hear it?

NEWSIES: No! When you got a hundred voices singin' Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?

And the world will know That this ain't no game That we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim

So they gave their word But it ain't worth beans Now they're gonna see What "stop the presses" really means

And the day has come And the time is now And the fear is gone

BOOTS: And our name is mud

NEWSIES: And the strike is on—

BOOTS: And I can't stand blood

NEWSIES: And the world will—

JACK: Pulitzer may own the World but he don't own us!

NEWSIES: Pulitzer may own the World but he don't own us!

JACK: Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won't whip us!

NEWSIES: Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won't whip us!

And the world will know And the world will learn And the world will wonder how we made the tables turn

And the world will see That we had to choose That the things we do today will be tomorrow's news

And the old will fall And the young stand tall And the time is now And the winds will blow And our ranks will grow and grow and grow and so The world will feel the fire And finally know!

“Yakko's Universe” Watch it here Animaniacs, 1993 Music by Richard Stone Lyrics by Randy Rogel

Everybody lives on a street in a city Or a village or a town for what it's worth. And they're all inside a country, which is part of a continent That sits upon a planet known as Earth. And the Earth is a ball full of oceans and some mountains Which is out there spinning silently in space. And living on that Earth are the plants and the animals And also the entire human race.

It's a great big universe And we're all really puny. We're just tiny little specks About the size of Mickey Rooney. It's big and black and inky, And we are small and dinky It's a big universe and we're not.

And we're part of a vast interplanetary system Stretching seven hundred billion miles long. With nine planets and a sun; we think the Earth's the only one That has life on it, although we could be wrong. Across the interstellar voids are a billion asteroids. Including meteors and Halley's Comet, too. And there's over fifty moons floating out there like balloons In a panoramic trillion-mile view.

And still it's all a speck amid a hundred billion stars In a galaxy we call the Milky Way. It's sixty thousand trillion miles from one end to the other, And still that's just a fraction of the way. 'Cause there's a hundred billion galaxies that stretch across the sky Filled with constellations, planets, moons and stars. And still the universe extends to a place that never ends Which is maybe just inside a little jar!

It's a great big universe And we're all really puny We're just tiny little specks About the size of Mickey Rooney. Though we don't know how it got here We're an important part here It's a big universe and it's ours! *

Original Ending (*)

You might think that you're essential Try inconsequential It's a small world after all!

Discuss with your team: why do you think the song was changed before it was animated?

“What You Own” Watch the Broadway version here Rent, 1996 Music and Lyrics by Jonathan Larson

MARK: Don't breathe too deep, don't think all day, Dive into work, drive the other way. That drip of hurt, that pint of shame, Goes away, just play the game.

You're living in America, At the end of the millennium. You're living in America, Leave your conscience at the tone. And when you're living in America, At the end of the millennium, You're what you own.

ROGER: The filmmaker cannot see,

MARK: And the songwriter cannot hear,

ROGER: Yet I see Mimi everywhere.

MARK: Angel's voice is in my ear.

ROGER: Just tighten those shoulders,

MARK: Just clench your jaw ‘til you frown,

ROGER: Just don't let go,

BOTH: Or you may drown.

You're living in America, At the end of the millennium. You're living in America, Where it's like the twilight zone. And when you're living in America, At the end of the millennium, You're what you own.

So I own not a notion, I escape an ape content, I don't own emotion—I rent!

MARK: What was it about that night,

ROGER: What was it about that night,

BOTH: Connection—In an isolating age.

MARK: For once the shadows gave way to light,

ROGER: For once the shadows gave way to light,

BOTH: For once I didn't disengage,

MARK: Angel—I hear you—I hear it I see it—I see it my film!

ROGER: Mimi—I see you—I hear it— I hear it— I hear it my song

MARK: Alexi—Mark. Call me a hypocrite, I need to finish my own film, I quit!

ROGER: One song glory, Mimi your eyes!

BOTH: Dying in America, At the end of the millennium. We're dying in America, To come into our own. And when you're dying in America, At the end of the millennium, You're not alone.

I'm not alone, I'm not alone

“Blame Canada” (as performed at the Academy Awards) Watch it here South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut, 1999 Song by Trey Parker and Marc Shaiman Performed by Robin Williams

Times have changed, Our kids are getting worse. They won't obey their parents, They just want to fart and curse!

Should we blame the government? Or blame society? Or should we blame the images on TV? No!

Blame Canada, blame Canada, It seems that everything’s gone wrong Since Canada came along! Blame Canada, blame Canada. We need to form a full assault, It’s Canada’s fault!

Don't blame yourself for your son Stan He saw the darn cartoon And now he's off to join the Klan! And my boy Eric once Had my picture on his shelf But now when he sees me, he tells me to (gasp) myself!

Blame Canada, blame Canada, Because when Canada is gone, There’ll be no more Celine Dion! Blame Canada, blame Canada, They’re not even a real country anyway.

Kenny could've been a doctor or a lawyer, it's true Instead he burned up like a piggy on the barbecue. Should we blame the matches? Should we blame the fire? Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?

Heck no! Blame Canada, Blame Canada With all their Hockey hullabaloo, and Anne Murray, too. Blame Canada, Blame Canada All I can say is “oy gevalt”, it's Canada's fault

Everybody! Blame Canada, Blame Canada! With Brain Adams' beady eyes, Margret Trudeau's friendly thighs Blame Canada, shame on Canada!

For the smut we must stop! The trash we must smash! The laughter and fun, This will be undone! We must blame them and cause a fuss Before somebody thinks of blaming us!

“Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist” Watch it here Avenue Q, 2003 Music and Lyrics by Robert Lopez and Jeff Marx

PRINCETON: You're a little bit racist.

KATE MONSTER: Well, you're a little bit too.

PRINCETON: I guess we're both a little bit racist.

KATE MONSTER: Admitting it is not an easy thing to do.

PRINCETON: But I guess it's true.

KATE MONSTER: Between me and you, I think

BOTH: Everyone's a little bit racist, sometimes. Doesn't mean we go around committing hate crimes. Look around and you will find No one's really color blind. Maybe it's a fact we all should face: Everyone makes judgments based on race.

PRINCETON: Now, not big judgments, like who to hire or who to buy a newspaper from—

KATE MONSTER: No!

PRINCETON: No, just little judgments like thinking that Mexican busboys should learn to speak freaking English!

KATE MONSTER: Right!

BOTH: Everyone's a little bit racist today, So, everyone's a little bit racist, okay! Ethnic jokes might be uncouth, But you laugh because they're based on truth. Don't take them as personal attacks. Everyone enjoys them—so relax!

KATE MONSTER: Everyone's a little bit racist.

BRIAN: I'm not!

PRINCETON: Oh no?

BRIAN: Nope! How many Oriental wives Have you got?

CHRISTMAS EVE: What? Brian!

PRINCETON: Brian, buddy, where you been? The term is Asian-American!

BRIAN: I'm sorry, honey, I love you.

CHRISTMAS EVE: And I love you.

BRIAN: But you're racist, too.

CHRISTMAS EVE: Yes, I know. The Jews have all the money, And the whites have all the power. And I'm always in taxi-cab With driver who no shower!

PRINCETON: Me too!

KATE MONSTER: Me too!

GARY COLEMAN: I can't even get a taxi!

ALL: Everyone's a little bit racist, It's true. But everyone is just about as racist As you! If we all could just admit That we are racist a little bit, And everyone stopped being so PC Maybe we could live in— Harmony!

“O Saya” Listen to it here Slumdog Millionaire, 2008 Music and Lyrics by A.R. Rahman and M.I.A.

O, saya O, saya

They can't touch me We break off Run so fast they can't even catch me Been that gypsy Touch me I'll show you tricks With my stick stacks quickly

Pick up the packs on my journey Dogs run, they start to follow me Have my luck, some days they suck When you live for the buck We get for the family

One day I wanna be a star So I get to hang in a bar I'll go to Vegas with the playas Just to forget my scars

Ek do teen char panch che saath aat nao das gyara bara teraa…

Sweat shops have made me shifty Like a ninja with speed I'm nifty I hope I live 'til I'm fifty See my city go from gritty to pretty

Ooo… saya… yero mayoo.. Aaa rooo aa yoooo..

Aaa roha mazoo mayoo Hey aaa yooo…

“My Eyes” Watch it here Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, 2008 Music and Lyrics by Joss Whedon

HORRIBLE: Any dolt with half a brain Can see that humankind has gone insane To the point where I don’t know if I’ll upset the status quo If I throw poison in the water main.

Listen close to everybody’s heart, And hear that breaking sound. Hopes and dreams are shattering apart, And crashing to the ground.

I cannot believe my eyes How the world’s filled with filth and lies But it’s plain to see evil inside of me Is on the rise.

PENNY: Look around, We’re living with the lost and found. Just when you feel you’ve almost drowned, You find yourself on solid ground.

And you believe there’s good in everybody’s heart, Keep it safe and sound With hope you can do your part To turn a life around.

I cannot believe my eyes, Is the world finally growing wise? Because it seems to me some kind of harmony Is on the rise.

HORRIBLE: Anyone with half a brain PENNY: Take it slow

HORRIBLE: Could spend their whole life howling in pain PENNY: He looks at me and seems to know

HORRIBLE: Because the dark is everywhere and PENNY: The things that I’m afraid to show

HORRIBLE: Penny doesn’t seem to care that soon the dark in me is all that will remain PENNY: And suddenly I feel this glow

HORRIBLE: Listen close to everybody’s heart PENNY: And I believe there’s good in everybody’s heart

HORRIBLE: And hear that breaking sound PENNY: Keep it safe and sound

HORRIBLE: Hopes and dreams are shattering apart PENNY: With hope you can do your part

HORRIBLE: And crashing to the ground PENNY: To turn a life around

HORRIBLE: I cannot believe my eyes how the world’s filled with filth and lies PENNY: I cannot believe my eyes how the world’s finally growing wise

HORRIBLE: But it’s plain to see evil inside of me is on the rise PENNY: And it’s plain to see rapture inside of me is on the rise