Day One Lyrics

Broadway 2017
Groundhog Day the Musical - Day One Lyrics

RADIO
Who is that (who is that)
emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow
Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring

RADIO - MALE
springer of the spring, Come on!

RADIO - MALE & FEMALE HOSTS
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either

RADIO - MALE
That's right woodchuck-chuckers it's Groundhog Day
We're live from Gobblers Knob talking about everything
Weather

RADIO - FEMALE
predictions

RADIO - MALE
temperature

RADIO - FEMALE
the weather

RADIO - MALE
It's just nuts

RADIO - FEMALE
totally wacky

RADIO - MALE
That's our town on February second

RADIO - FEMALE
I mean what could be crazier than groundhogs in February

PHONE
Good morning, this is your wakeup call

PHIL
Thank you

PHONE
Happy Groundhog Day

PHIL
Yeah, Happy Groundhog Day

RADIO - MALE
That's a great hat you're wearing

RADIO - FEMALE
Thanks, I made it myself

PHIL
Lumpy bed, ugly curtains
Pointless erection
Dried flowers, damp towels
No reception
Small towns, tiny minds
Big mouths, small ideas

RADIO HOSTS
WoooodCHUCKS

Shallow talk, deep snow, cold fronts
Big rears

RADIO - MALE
Now, how cold was it last year?

RADIO - FEMALE
In degrees?

RADIO - MALE
I heard they don't even use degrees in Europe

RADIO - FEMALE
That's a good point!

RADIO - MALE
GREAT point!

RADIO - FEMALE
Lotta mysteries out there

PHIL
One bar one store one clock
One diner one bank one cop

RADIO - MALE
Now the question on everyone's lips

RADIO - FEMALE
Chapped lips

RADIO - MALE
Do you think Phil will see his shadow?

PHIL
I mean, whats not to like in a quaint like this
Who doesn't dig a crocheted pillowcase like this
Watercolors of bucolic vistas, painted by octogenarian spinsters and
All of the people just getting together for
relentless analysis of the weather their
dumb superstitions and vacuous chat
I'm sure there was a pack of Xanax in this jacket
You couldn't pay me to stay here one more night
swear that there is no cheque you could write that might tempt me to stay and wake up in the morning in

CHORUS
Punxsutawney
Ba-da-bap-bap-ba-da-da-ba-da

PHIL
There's nothing more depressing than, small town USA
and small don't come much smaller than Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day

(Interlude)

CHORUS
Ba-da-bap-bap-ba-da-da-ba-da

PHIL
There's nothing more depressing than, small town USA
and small don't come much smaller than

PHIL & CHORUS
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day

PHIL
I've not a bad word to say about small towns per-say
They're nice for an hour or at a stretch, half a day
And they're perfect for a stop off on your way, on your way to somewhere else
Pretty much ... anywhere else
And I've no qualm at all with your small town people
I admire their balls getting out of bed at all
to face another day in a shit hole this small
All haystacks and horses where there should be golf courses and

One bar one store one clock
One diner one bank one cop

How can they bear it to live in a place like this
Separate from the whole human race like this
One little store selling plaid shirts and rakes
And it's huntin' and fishin' and half-pounder steaks
And if I have a hope of a better career than this
This is the last time I'm broadcasting here, Jesus
I have been forecasting too many years to be talking to hicks about magical beavers
When I'm done I'm gonna call up the station and tell them I'm through with this crap
And never again will I wake in the morning in

CHORUS
Punxsutawney
It's a little town with a heart as big as any town, as any small town
in the USA and there is no town greater than Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day

PHIL
Tomorrow I'll wake and I'll call up the station and tell them I'm not coming back
and never again will I wake in the morning in

CHORUS
Every morning I wake to the dawning of

PHIL
Never again will I wake in the morning in

CHORUS & PHIL
Punxsutawney

CHORUS
It's a little town with a heart as big as any town

PHIL
There's nothing more depressing than small town, USA
and there is no town smaller than Punxsutawney on Groundhog
There's nothing more depressing than small town, USA
and there is no town smaller than
Punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on

CHORUS
Groundhog

PHIL
Just kill me now

CHORUS
Day

(Interlude)

CHORUS
Who is that (who is that?)
Emerging from his burrow
Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow
Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?

NED
Kinda both but not quite either

CHORUS
All the meteorologists the world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know if we should dress for sun or snow
until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil

GROUNDHOG HANDLER
Every year for a hundred years
we've bent our heads and lent our ears
To listen to his famed prognostication
Lucky for you I speak with ease
both English and Groundhogese
Please stand by for imminent translation

CHORUS
This brown log containeth one Groundhog
the famous Philip of Punxsutawney
gifted sniffer of future mornings
The finest specimen you will find of Rodentia Sciuridae
our own uncanny whistlepig
The groundest hog that ever lived
A hundred years and he is still
the pride of Punxsutawney
The prophet of the age
Prognosticating Punxsutawney Phil

Who is that (who is that?)
Emerging from his burrow
Who can see today what we won't see until tomorrow
Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?

NED
Kinda both but not quite either

CHORUS
All the meteorologists the world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know if we should dress for sun or snow
until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil

GROUNDHOG HANDLER
Punxsutawney Phil, Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of prognosticators
Has declared in Groundhogese
That he did indeed see his shadow
Six more weeks of winter

CHORUS
Awwww. Yaaay

All the meteorologists the world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know if we should dress for sun or snow
until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil

RITA
February second, first remote broadcast
GHD in Punx, PA
Unexpected weather
Seems we're staying here for another night
Which is, kind of fine
It's a sweet town and people are kind and
The bartender's kinda hot
Hopefully tomorrow, the roads will be cleared and we can go home
Working with Phil Connors
They all told me he would be an asshole ... and he is
Luckily he's funny ... ish
Thinks he's too good for this

CHORUS
Tomorrow spring will come (spring will come)
There will be blue skies my friend
Bright eyes and laughter
Tomorrow there will be sun (there will be sun)
But if not tomorrow perhaps the day after

[Thanks to Nick M for lyrics]
[Thanks to Colin Barnes, seb for corrections]

Other Album Songs: Groundhog Day the Musical Lyrics
Day One Lyrics from Groundhog Day the musical