Frederick Loewe
Frederick Loewe - Why Can't The English songtekst
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Look at her a prisoner of the gutter Condemned by every syllable she utters By rights she should be taken out and hung For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue Aw! Aw! Heavens what a sound! This is what the British population Calls an elementary education Oh come sir, I think you picked a poor example! Did I? Hear them down in Soho square Dropping h's everywhere Speaking English any way they like You sir, did you go to school? What do you tike me for, a fool? No one taught him take instead of tike Hear a Yorkishman or worse Hear a Cornishman converse I'd rather hear a choir singing flat Chickens cackling in a barn, just like this one G'on! G'on! I ask you sir, what sort of word is that? It's aw and g'on that keep her in her place Not her wretched clothes and dirty face Why can't the English Teach their children how to speak This verbal class distinction By now should be antique If you spoke as she does, sir Instead of the way you do Why you might be out selling flowers too I beg your pardon, sir! An Englishman's way of speaking Absolutely classifies him The moment he talks He makes some other Englishmen despise him One common language I'm afraid we'll never get Oh why can't the English learn to Set a good example To people whose English is painful to your ears The Scots and the Irish leave you close to tears There even are places where English completely disappears In America they haven't used it for years Why can't the English Teach their children how to speak Norwegians learn Norwegian The Greeks are taught their Greek In France every Frenchman Knows his language from A to Zed The French don't care what they do actually As long as they pronounce it properly Arabians learn Arabian With the speed of summer lightning And the Hebrews learn it backwards Which is absolutely frightening But use proper English, you're regarded as a freak Oh why can't the English Why can't the English Learn to speak!