e: Mon, 27 Apr 1998 10:53:27 -0700
From: John Blair 
Subject: m/misc_soundtrack/lydia_the_tattooed_lady.crd

Lydia The Tattooed Lady
Music by Harold Arlen
Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg

As sung by J. Cheever Loophole (Groucho Marx) in "At the Circus"

Note: MP2 and WAV versions of this song can be found at:
http://mems.ee.cornell.edu/~mbw/lydia.html

Transcription and any errors by jwblair@ix.netcom.com

(Intro dialog)
Chico: Folks, I wanna you should meet my pal,
       my *best* friend. (What's your name again?)

Groucho: Loophole.

Chico: Glad to know ya.

Groucho: It's your pleasure.

Ah this meeting brings back memories--
childhood days! lemonade!! romance!

My life was wrapped around the circus--
her name was Lydia. I met her at the World's
Fair in 1900, marked down from 1940. Ah Lydia.


(ad lib sung/spoken)
She was the most glorious creature under the sun.
Weiss(?)!, DuBarry(?)! Garbo! Rolled into one.

Ahhhhh...


C
Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
                   G
Lydia the tattooed lady
F       C         F       C
She has eyes that folks adore so
F     Dm    F    Dm
And a torso even more so
C
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia
                          F
Oh Lydia, the queen of tattoo
       Dm
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo
F
Beside it the Wreck of the Hesperus, too
    C                       F
And proudly above waves the red, white and blue
        C       G        C
You can learn a lot from Lydia

C
(la la la, la la la)
C
(la la la, la la la)

Eb
When her robe is unfurled, she will show you the world
                   Bb
If you step up and tell her where

For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree
                           Eb
Or Washington crossing the Delaware

Eb
(la la la, la la la)
C
(la la la, la la la)

C
Ah Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
                      G
Oh Lydia the tattooed lady
F        C       F     C
When her muscles start relaxin'
F      Dm         F      Dm
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
C
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia
                            F
Oh Lydia, the queen of them all
    Dm
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz
       F
With a view of Niagara that nobody has
    C                       F
And on a clear day, you can see Alcatraz
        C       G        C
You can learn a lot from Lydia

C
(la la la, la la la)
Eb
(la la la, la la la)

Eb
Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso
                                  Bb
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso

Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon
                           Eb
Here's Godiva but with her pajamas on

Eb
(la la la, la la la)
Eb
(la la la, la la la)

Eb
Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' the Tri-lon
                                        Bb
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on

Here's Nijinski a-doin' the rumba
                           Eb
Here's her social security numbah

Eb
(Whistling instead of singing la la la...)
C
(Whistling instead of singing la la la...)

C
Ah Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia
                            F
Oh Lydia, the champ of them all
    Dm
She once swept an admiral clear off his feet
    F
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat
    C                        F
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet
       C        G       C
For he went and married Lydia

C
I said Lydia
He said Lydia
They said Lydia
We said Lydia
La-la!