Raggedy Ann 1986 Broadway - Diagnosis
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- Опубликовано: 15 окт 2024
- Raggedy Ann (aka Rag Dolly) is a musical with a book by William Gibson and music and lyrics by Joe Raposo, based on the children’s books by Johnny Gruelle and the feature film Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure. The story centers on Marcella, a dying young girl whose toys come to life and take her on a magical adventure to meet The Doll Doctor, who can mend her broken heart.
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Doctors: "You're ILL ILL ILL!"
Annie: "She's NOOOOOOT"
Doctors: "And wait until you get the BILL BILL BILL"
Annie: "SHE'LL NEVER PAAAAAAAY"
lmao
i love how high ann sings
[MARCELLA]
I'm dying.
[RAGGEDY ANN]
Who says?
[MARCELLA]
All the doctors.
I have lung troubles, spine troubles, tonsil troubles-
[RAGGEDY ANN]
What doctors?
[MARCELLA]
The ones Poppa threw out.
He says they're out of their minds.
[CLOWN DOCTORS]
We fear there's bromidrosiphobia
Which means that there's a lobe o' your poor brain
Which isn't working really right
Compound pneumonoconiosis leads to only one prognosis
That supposes you could last 'til Tuesday night
So we address the situation with a grave deliberation
As physicians, not magicians who you seek
A case of thrombocytopenia at this stage can only mean ya
Got no paddle and you're really up the creek
Because you're sick, sick, sick
And you ain't gettin' better quick, quick, quick
We would do something really good if we could
But we can't, and we won't
So we'll keep right on consulting
Please don't think that we're insulting
But you're ill, ill, ill
And boy, for us is that a thrill, thrill, thrill
We'd like to help ya
But your case is complicated
And we know when something's fated
So relax, enjoy, and please stop asking why
Because you're sick, sick, sick
And we think you're gonna die
A case of hydroadenosis
That's our major diagnosis
And how close is your demise, we cannot tell
But this results in melancholia
And as we already tol' ya
As a whole, you're really doin' not so well
You've got a bad coxsackievirus
That has now begun to tire us
And we've done about as much as we can do!
It doesn't matter what you're wishin'
Go and call a good mortician
'Cause you're fadin' fast and you ain't pullin' through
Because you're sick, sick, sick
[RAGGEDY ANN]
She's not!
[CLOWN DOCTORS]
Your future isn't worth a lick, lick, lick
[RAGGEDY ANN]
No, she's not!
[CLOWN DOCTORS]
As master surgeons we confess you're a mess
And we'd like to express
Our condolence to your father
Gad, it really is a bother
That you're ill, ill, ill
[RAGGEDY ANN]
She's not!
[CLOWN DOCTORS]
And wait until you get the bill, bill, bill
[RAGGEDY ANN]
She'll never pay!
[CLOWN DOCTORS]
We know you're sinkin' and although we're glad we met ya
That ol' reaper's gonna get ya
So we'll bid adieu and wave ta-ta, goodbye
Because you're sick, sick, sick
And we know you're gonna die!
Thanks!
Thank you so much!
MARCELLA: I'm dying.
RAGGEDY ANN: Who says?
MARCELLA: All the doctors. I have lung trouble. Spine trouble. Tonsils trouble.
RAGGEDY ANN: What doctors?
MARCELLA: The ones Poppa threw out! He says they're out of their mind.
[DOCTOR TWO]
We fear there's bromidoris phobia
[DOCTOR TWO]
Which means that there's a lobe o' ya poor brain
[DOCTOR ONE]
Which isn't workin' really right.
[DOCTOR THREE]
Compound pneumonoconiosis
[DOCTOR TWO]
Leads to only one prognosis
[DOCTOR ONE]
That supposes you could last
[DOCTORS]
To Tuesday night.
[DOCTOR THREE]
So we address the situation
[DOCTOR ONE]
With a grave deliberation
[DOCTOR TWO]
As physicians not magicians who you seek.
[DOCTOR ONE]
A case of thrombocytopenia at this stage
Can only mean ya
[DOCTOR THREE]
Got no paddle
[DOCTORS]
An' you're really up the creek.
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
And you ain't gettin' better quick, quick, quick!
We could do somethin' really good,
[DOCTOR ONE]
If we could,
[DOCTOR THREE]
But we can't
[DOCTOR TWO]
And we won't
[DOCTOR THREE]
So we'll keep right on consulting,
[DOCTOR ONE]
Please don't think that we're insulting
[DOCTORS]
But you're ill, ill, ill!
And boy for us is that a thrill, thrill, thrill!
We'd like to help ya but your case is complicated
And we know when something's fated,
So relax, enjoy and please stop asking why!
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
And we think you're gonna die.
[DOCTOR THREE]
A case of hidroadenosis
[DOCTOR ONE]
That's our major diagnosis
[DOCTOR TWO]
And how close is your demise we cannot tell.
[DOCTOR THREE]
But this results in melancholia
[DOCTOR ONE]
And as we already tol' ya
[DOCTOR TWO]
As a whole ya really doing not so well.
[DOCTOR THREE]
You got a bad coxsackie virus
[DOCTOR ONE
Which has now begun to tire us
[DOCTOR TWO]
And we've done about as much as we can do.
[DOCTOR THREE]
It doesn't matter what yer wishin'
[DOCTOR ONE]
Go and call a good mortician
[DOCTOR TWO]
'Cause you're fading fast
[DOCTORS]
And you ain't pullin' through!
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
[RAGGEDY ANN]
She's not!
[DOCTORS]
Yer future isn't worth a lick, lick, lick!
[RAGGEDY ANN]
No, she's not!
[DOCTORS]
As master surgeons we confess,
You're a mess and we'd like to express
Our condolence to your father,
Gad, it really is a bother
That you're ill, ill, ill!
[RAGGEDY ANN]
She's not!
[DOCTORS]
And wait until you get the bill, bill, bill!
[RAGGEDY ANN]
He'll never pay!
[DOCTORS]
We know you're sinking
And although we're glad we met ya
That ol' reaper's gonna get ya
So we'll bid adieu and wave ta ta good bye!
Because you're sick, sick, sick!
And we know you're gonna die!
Hmmmmm.
This is such a good song ☺️ I wish it could come back
one day >:))
it IS. just look at Tumblr.
@@J0hnL3m0nz wait really ? where ? do you mean the visuals ? i meant like a clean cover
I'm listening to this in my zoom class. It's such a vibe.
this is my fav
Oh My god
Does anyone have the lyrics to this? I can’t make all of them out.
As close as I could get:
You've got abromadorisphobia Which means that there's a lobe of ya' poor brain which isnt workin' really right
Confound you monoconeosis Leads to only one prognosis that supposes you won't last til Tuesday night
So we address the situation with a great deliberation, our positions as physicians (?) See
A case of (???) At this state can only mean ya' got no paddle, and you're really up the creek
Because you're sick sick sick
And you ain't gettin better quick quick quick
We would do somethin really good, if we could but we can't, and we won't, so we'll keep right on consulting, please don't think that we're insulting
Cause you're ill ill ill
And boy for us is that a thrill thrill thrill
We'd like to help you but your case is complicated and we know it's something faded (?) So relax enjoy and please stop asking why
Because you're sick sick sick
And we think you're gonna die!
A case of hydroadenosis that's our major diagnosis and how close is your demise, we cannot tell
And this results in melancholia and as we already told ya as a whole you're really doin not so well
You've got a bad (?) Virus that has now begun to cyrus and we've done about as much as we can do
It doesn't matter what you're wishin, go and call a good mortician, cause your fate has anyways fallen through
Because you're sick sick sick
Your future isn't worth a lick lick lick
As master surgeons we confess, you're a mess, and we'd like to Express our condolance to your father, god it really is a bother
That you're ill ill ill
And wait until you get the bill bill bill
(??) And although we're glad we met ya that old reapers gonna get ya so we'll bid adieu and wave our last goodbye!
Because you're sick sick sick
And we know you're gonna die!
Look at the demo version it has the lyrics in the description ☺️