The Day Off Lyrics

Broadway revival 2017
Sunday in the Park with George the Musical - The Day Off Lyrics

"The Day Off" is a song from Sunday in the Park with George the musical performed by Company.

GEORGE
If the head was smaller...
If the tail were longer...
If he faced the water...
If the paws were hidden...
If the neck was darker...
If the back was curved...
More like the parasol...

Bumbum bum bumbumbum
Bumbum bum...
More shade...
More tail...
More grass!...
Would you like some more grass?
Mmmm...

SPOT (GEORGE)
Ruff! Ruff!
Thanks, the week has been rough!
When you're stuck for life on a garbage scow
Only forty feet long from stern to prow
And a crackpot in the bow-wow, rough!
The planks ere rough
And the wind is rough
And the master's drunk and mean and-
Grrrruff! Gruff!
With the fish and scum
And planks end ballast-
The nose gets numb
And the pews Bet callused.
And with splinters in your ass,
You look forward to the grass
On Sunday, the day off. Off! Off! Off! Off!

The grass needs to be thicker. Perhaps a few weeds.
And some ants. if you would. I love fresh ants.

Roaming around on Sunday,
Poking among the roots and rocks.
Nose to the ground on Sunday,
Studying all the shoes and socks.
Everything's worth it Sunday,
The day off.
Bits of pastry...
Piece of chicken...
Here's a handkerchief
That somebody was sick in.

There's a thistle...
That's a shallot...
That's a dripping
From the loony with the palette...

FIFI (GEORGE)
Yap! Yap! Yap!
Out for the day on Sunday,
Off of my lady's lap at last.
Yapping away on Sunday
Helps you forget the week just past-
Yep! Yep!
Everything's worth it Sunday, the day off.
Yep! Stuck all week on a lady's lap.
Nothing to do but yawn and nap.
Can you blame me if I yap?

SPOT
Nope.

FIFI
There's only so much attention a dog can take.
Being alone on Sunday,
Rolling around in mud and dirt-

SPOT
Begging a bone on Sunday,
Settling for a spoiled dessert-

FIFI
Everything's worth it

SPOT
Sunday...

FIFI
The day off.

SPOT
Something fuzzy...

FIFI
Something furry...

SPOT
Something pink
That someone tore off in a hurry...

FIFI
What's the muddle
In the middle?

SPOT
That's the puddle
Where the poodle did the piddle.

GEORGE
Taking the day on Sunday,
Now that the dreary week is dead.
Getting away on Sunday
Brightens the dreary week ahead.
Everyone's on display on Sunday-

ALL
The day off!

GEORGE
Bonnet flapping.
Bustle sliding, like a rocking horse that nobody's been riding
There's a daisy-
And some clover-
And that interesting fellow looking over...

OLD LADY
Nurse!

NURSE & GEORGE
One day is much like any other,
Listening to her snap and drone.

NURSE
Still, Sunday with someone's dotty mother
Is better then Sunday with your own.
Mothers may drone, mothers may whine-
Tending to his, though, is perfectly fine.
It pays for the nurse that is tending to mine
On Sunday, my day off.

FRIEDA
You know, Franz-I believe that artist is drawing us.

FRANZ
Who?

FRIEDA
Monsieur's friend.

FRANZ
Monsieur would never think to draw us! We are only people he looks down upon.

GEORGE & FRIEDA
Second bottle...

GEORGE & FRANZ
Ah, she looks for me...

FRIEDA
He is bursting to go...

FRANZ
Near the fountain...

FRIEDA
I could let him...

FRANZ
How to manage it-?

FRIEDA
No

FRANZ
I should have been an artist. I was never intended for work.

FRIEDA
Artists work, Franz. I believe they work very hard.

FRANZ
Work! We work.

We serve their food,
We carve their meat,
We tend to their house,
We polish their
Silverware.

FRIEDA
The food we serve
We also eat.

FRANZ
For them we rush,
Wash and brush,
Wipe and wax

FRIEDA
Franz, relax.

FRANZ
While he "creates,"
We scrape their plates
And dust their knickknacks,
Hundreds to the shelf.
Work is what you do for others,
Liebchen, art is what you do for yourself.

CELESTE #1
Look.

CELESTE #2
Where?

CELESTE #1
Soldiers.

CELESTE #2
Alone.

SOLDIER
What do you think? I like the one in the light hat.

SOLDIER & GEORGE
Mademoiselles, I and my friend,
We are but soldiers!

SOLDIER
Passing the time
In between wars
For weeks at an end.

CELESTE #1
Both of them are perfect.

CELESTE #2
You can have the other.

CELESTE #1
I don't want the other.

CELESTE #2
I don't want the other either.

SOLDIER
And after a week
Spent mostly indoors
With nothing but soldiers,
Ladies, I and my friend
Trust we will not offend,
Which we'd never intend,
By suggesting we spend-

CELESTES
Oh, spend-

SOLDIER
-This magnificent Sunday-

CELESTES
Oh, Sunday-

SOLDIER
With you and your friend.

CELESTE #2
The one on the right's an awful bore...

CELESTE #1
He's been in a war.

SOLDIER
We may get a meal and we might get more...

CELESTES & SOLDIER
It's certainly fine for Sunday...
It's certainly fine for Sunday...
It's certainly fine for Sunday...

GEORGE & BOATMAN
You and me, pal,
We're the loonies.
Did you know that?
Bet you didn't know that.

BOATMAN
'Cause we tell them the truth!
Who you drawing?
Who the hell you think you're drawing?
Me? You don't know me!
Go on drawing,
Since you're drawing only what you want to see, anyway!
One eye, no illusion-
That you get with two
One for what is true.
One for what suits you.
Draw your wrong conclusion,
All you artists do.
I see what is true...

ALL
Taking the day on Sunday
After another week is dead.

OLD LADY
Nurse!

ALL
Getting away on Sunday
Brightens the dreary week ahead.

OLD LADY
Nurse!

ALL
Leaving the city pressure
Behind you,
Off where the air is fresher,
Where green, blue, blind you-

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