Need you in my arms I need you in my arms Need you in my arms I need you in my arms Need you in my arms I need you in my arms Need you in my arms I need you in my arms Need you in my arms I need you in my arms Need you in my arms I need you in my arms Need you in my arms I need you in my arms Need you in my arms I need you in my arms

BOLKONSKY: I've aged I've aged so very much I fall asleep at the table My napkin drops to the floor I'm full of childish vanities I forget things And I live in the past I've aged so very much People enjoy me though I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat And powered wig And I tell stories And utter scathing critiques This old-fashioned house With its gigantic mirrors and powered footmen And this stern, shrewd old man A relic of the past century With his gentle daughter Is a majestic and agreeable spectacle MARY: But besides the couple hours during which we have guests There are also twenty-two hours in the day During which the private and intimate life of the house continues BOLKONSKY: Bring me my slippers MARY: Yes father yes father BOLKONSKY: Bring me my wine MARY: Yes father yes father Oh father And I never go anywhere Never invited For who would take care of him Who would take care MARY & BOLKONSKY: And I have no friends No no no BOLKONSKY: Girl, all my friends are dead MARY: No one BOLKONSKY: All my friends are dead MARY: Time is moving It's now or never My fate is slipping past me BOLKONSKY: Silence! Silence! MARY: Yes father yes father BOLKONSKY: You shut your damn mouth girl Shut your damn mouth I can hurt you MARY & BOLKONSKY: I can hurt you MARY: But I never ever ever ever would This is just how it is It's just how he is I'm always to blame He could beat me Or treat me like a dog Make me fetch wood or water And that's just how it is Oh father I love you father Time is moving It's now or never I've abandoned the hope of getting married BOLKONSKY: Ah! What's this, a young suitor? Ah, come in come in But don't sit down Don't sit down I'm cold to you Yes I'm mean to you Now be gone be gone be gone And don't come back! Maybe I'll marry someone myself Some cheap French thing Oh that offends you does it? Ah, come in my dear, come in my dear, come in MARY: And he draws her to him And he kisses her hand Embraces her affectionately And I flush and run out of the room BOLKONSKY: Come back here Let an old man have his fun Wipe away your tears girl I don't want your tears MARY: On that horrible woman Vile and inhuman She's using you, Papa Wants your money Papa To take advantage of your weakness like that It's disgusting My voice breaks BOLKONSKY: It's my money And I'll throw it where I want Not at you! And not at Andrey's harlot! It's my money, my money, Mine all mine! Insolent girl! Insolent girl! Where-? Where-? Where, Where are my glasses? Where, where are they?! Where are my glasses?! Oh God- Oh God I'm frightened Oh God I've aged, I've aged so very much Where are my glasses?! Where are they?! Where?! Where are my glasses? Where are they? Where? Where are my glasses?! MARY: They're there upon his head They're there upon his head The pride of sacrifice Gathers in my soul They're there upon his head And he forgets things He lives in the past He falls asleep at the table His napkin drops to the floor His shaking head Sinks over his plate He is old and feeble And I dare to judge him I disgust myself I disgust myself

Hey, Balaga, Ho, Balaga, Hey, hey, ho, Balaga, Hey, hey, Balaga, The famous troika driver Hey, Balaga, Ho, Balaga, Hey, hey, hey, Balaga, Hey, hey, Balaga, The famous troika driver Who's that madman Flying at full gallop down the street? Who's that madman Knocking people over, Running people down, While his fine gentlemen Hold onto their seats? It's Balaga! Driving mad at twelve miles an hour! Balaga! Coming straight at you Get out my way, get out my way! Balaga! Lashing my whip at horses and peasants! Balaga! Risking skin and life twenty times a year For my fine, fine gentlemen Yessir, hey, ho, yessir Yessir, yessir, yessir More than once From Tula to Moscow And back in just one night! More than once A narrow escape From a wild Cossack fight! More than once They've beaten me And slapped me with their gloves! More than once Made me drunk on champagne, Which I love! Hey, Balaga, Ho, Balaga, Hey, hey, ho, Balaga, Hey, hey, Balaga, The famous troika driver Hey, Balaga, Ho, Balaga, Hey, hey, hey, Balaga, Hey, hey, Balaga, The famous troika driver Who's that slowpoke We abuse with wild and tipsy shouts? Who knows things That would get you sent straight to Siberia If anyone found out? It's Balaga! Driving mad at twelve miles an hour! Balaga! Coming straight at you Get out my way, get out my way! Balaga! Drinking and dancing at Gypsy orgies! Balaga! Riding my horses into the ground For my fine fine gentlemen Yessir, hey, ho, yessir Yessir, yessir, yessir More than once Driven you round with ladies on your laps! More than once Taken you places not on any maps! More than once Galloped faster than ordinary men would dare! More than once Jumped my troika right into the air! And I never ask for rubles, Except maybe once a year— I don't do this for rubles, I do it 'cause I like 'em! And we like Balaga too! Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa

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