THE MAN WITH THE WEIRD BEARD.
Straggely raggely hair on his chin
Battered and tattered and ugly as sin
Eagle-eyed and floppy-eared
He's
the man with the weird beard
Who is he? what is he? nobody knows
Both of his heels are as bare as his toes
Never
had his whiskers sheared
He's the man with the weird beard
It ain't black; it ain't white
It ain't short; it ain't long; it ain't right
It's the craziest garden of hair
Seven robins live in there
Walk with him; talk with him; what do you find?
More on his chin than he's got on his
mind
That's the story that i heared
About the man with the weird beard.
Fever heh heh heh heh fever!
Straggely raggely hair on his chin
Battered and tattered and ugly as sin
Eagle-eyed and floppy-eared
He's
the man with the weird beard
Who is he? what is he? nobody knows
Both of his heels are as bare as his toes
Never
had his whiskers sheared
He's the man with the weird beard
It ain't green, uh-unh!
It ain't gray, uh-unh!
It ain't oats; it ain't corn;
It ain't hay, Nay! Nay!
It's
a jungle that hangs from his ears
He ain't seen his feet for years
Look at him; look at him; dressed in his best
Wearing
a beaver instead of a vest
You ain't lived until you've heared
About the man with the weird beard
Fever heh heh heh heh !
Fever heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh!
IF I WERE A RICH MAN.
From "Fiddler on the Roof."
[SPOKEN]
Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no
great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?
[SUNG]
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If
I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were
a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real
wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more
leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
(Insert)Squawking just
as noisily as they can. (End Insert)
And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet
on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If
I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were
a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's
delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the
servants, day and night.
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If
you please, Reb Tevye..."
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't
make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern
wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing
of all.
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If
I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were
a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
Lord who mad ethe lion and the lamb,
You decreed I should be what
I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan?
If I were a wealthy man
FOUR STRONG WINDS.
CHORUS:
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that dont change come what may
Now
our good times are all gone
And Im bound for moving on
Ill look for you if Im ever back this way.
1) Guess Ill go out to alberta
Weathers good there in the fall
Got some friends that I can go to workin for
Still
I wish youd change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But weve been thru that a hundred times or more. [Chorus]
2) If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are going good
You could meet me if I send you down the
fare
But by then it would be winter
Nothing much for you to do
And the wind sure blows cold way out there. [Chorus
then FINE)
[FINE] Ill look for you if Im ever back this way
Yes, Ill look for you if Im ever back this way
