King And I Soundtrack Shall I Tell You What I Think Of You? Lyrics

Shall I Tell You What I Think Of You? Lyrics


												
														   Anna

 Your servant! Your servant!

 Indeed I'm not you servant

 (Although you give me less than servant's pay)

 I'm a free and independent employe...employee.

 Because I'm a woman

 You think, like ev'ry woman

 I have to be a slave or concubine-

 You conceited, self-indulgent libertine!...libertine

 How I wish I called him that! Right to his face! Libertine!

 And while we're on the subject, sire,

 There are certain goings on around this place

 That I wish to tell you I do not admire:

 I do not like polygamy

 Or even moderate bigamy

 (I realize

 That in your eyes

 That clearly makes a prig o' me)

 But I am from a civilized land called Wales

 Where men like you are locked in county gaols (jails)!

 In your pursuit of pleasure, you

 Have mistresses who treasure you

 (They have no ken

 of other men

 Beside whom they can measure you)

 A flock of sheep and you're the only ram-

 No wonder you're the wonder of Siam!

 

 [Spoken]

 I'm rather glad I didn't say that... not with the women right

 there...and the children

 

 [Goes back to singing]

 The children, the children,

 I'll not forget the children,

 No matter where I go I'll always see

 Those little faces looking up at me...

 

 At first, when I started to teach,

 They were shy and remained out of reach,

 But lately I've thought

 One or two have been caught

 By a word I have said

 Or a sentence I've read

 And I've heard an occasional question

 That implied, at least, a suggestion

 That the work I've been trying to do

 Was beginning to show with a few...

 That Prince Chulalongkorn

 Is very like his father.

 He's stubborn-but inquisitive and smart...

 I must leave this place before they break my heart

 I must leave this place before they break my heart!

 Goodness! I had no idea it was so late.

 

 Your majesty,

 Shall It tell you what I think of you?

 You're spoiled!

 You're a conscientious worker

 But your spoiled.

 Giving credit where it's due

 There is much I like in you

 But it's also very true

 That your spoiled!

 Everybody's always bowing

 To the King

 Everybody has to grovel

 To the King.

 By your Buddha you are blessed

 By your ladies you're caressed,

 But the one who loves you best is the King.

 All that bowing and kow-towing

 To remind you of your royalty,

 I find a most disgusting exhibition.

 I wouldn't ask a Siamese cat

 To demonstrate his loyalty

 By taking this ridiculous position

 How would you like it if you were a man

 Playing the part of a toad.

 Crawling around on your elbows and knees.

 Eating the dust of the road!...

 Toads! Toads! All of your people are toads!

 Yes, Your Majesty; No, Your Majesty.

 Tell us how low to go, Your Majesty;

 Make some more decrees, Your Majesty,

 Don't let us up off out knees, Your Majesty.

 Give us a kick, if you please Your Majesty

 Give us a kick, if you would, Your Majesty-

 Oh, That was good, Your Majesty!