Letra de What A Dreadful Town!
What a dreadful town What a vulgar place What an awful mistake to have come here To be on display In that shameless way For the crude, common, lower-class scum here How could he dare to treat us so?Father, dear, come play with me Come and see this toy I got—What a snub at most From our so-called host Did he think sending freaks would be funny? Could the fool have thought That our pride was bought By his filthy, American money What a farce, what an outright slap in the face It's an utter disgrace I've got a mind to pack and go Never you mind the debt we owe Who would believe we've sunk this low?Father, please, come play with meGustave, enough! The answer's noMust you play now?I think it's beautifulWhat is it anyway?I don't know, it was just here on the pianoWell, it hurts my headPlease, let's not fight, dear I'm sure Mr Hammerstein never intended a slight, dearHow dare he patronise us? We should never have acceptedWe need the money, that's all That's why things haven't been right, dearWhy doesn't it surprise me that I get the blame here?Let's leave tonight, dear If that would serve to ease your troubled mind Leave the hurt behindFather, dear, come over here And look at what they gave to me Wind it up and, father, see Look, it plays a melodyRaoulWhat's this?What is it?It's from Hammerstein He wants to meet me in the hotel bar, aloneAlone?Well, he might lack courtesy But he does show a certain savoir faire In choosing a business rendezvousRaoul, pleasePlease, what?NothingFather never plays with me Doesn't he love me?Oh, darling!