Sunday in the park with George lyrics

[GEORGE, spoken] White, a blank page or canvas

The challenge, bring order to the whole

Through design

Composition

Tension

Balance

Light

And Harmony

[DOT, spoken] George

Why is it you always get to sit in the shade

While I have to stand in the sun?

Hello George

There is someone in this dress

(sung) A trickle of sweat

The back of the head

He always does this

Now the foot is dead

Sunday in the park with George

One more Su-

The collar is damp

Beginning to pinch

The bustle's slipping

I won't budge one inch

Who was at the zoo, George?

Who was at the zoo?

The monkeys and who, George?

The monkeys and who?

[GEORGE, spoken] Don't move!

[DOT] Artists are bizarre. Fixed. Cold.

That's you, George, you're bizarre. Fixed. Cold.

I like that in a man

Fixed. Cold.

God, it's hot out here

Well, there are worse things

Than staring at the water on a Sunday

There are worse things

Than staring at the water

As you're posing for a picture

Being painted by your lover

In the middle of the summer

On an island in the river on a Sunday!

The petticoat's wet

Which adds to the weight

The sun is blinding

All right, concentrate...

[GEORGE, spoken]

Eyes open, please.

[DOT] Sunday in the park with George!

[GEORGE] Look out at the water, not at me.

[DOT] Sunday in the park with George!

Well, if you want bread

And respect

And attention

Not to say connection

Modeling's no profession

If you want instead

When you're dead

Some more public and more permanent expression

Of affection

You want a painter

Poet

Sculptor, preferably:

Marble, granite, bronze

Durable

Something nice with swans

That's durable

Forever

All it has to be is good

And George, you're good

You're really good

George's stroke is tender

George's touch is pure

Your eyes, George

I love your eyes, George

I love your beard, George

I love your size, George

But most, George

Of all

But most of all

I love your painting...

I think I'm fainting...

The tip of a stay

Right under the tit

No, don't give in, just

Lift the arm a bit...

[GEORGE, spoken] Don't lift the arm, please.

[DOT] Sunday in the park with George!

[GEORGE, spoken] The bustle high, please.

[DOT] Not even a nod

As if I were trees

The ground could open

He would still say "please"

Never know with you, George

Who could know with you?

The others I knew, George

Before we get through

I'll get to you too

God, I am so hot!

Well there are worse things

Than staring at the water on a Sunday

There are worse things

Than staring at the water

As you're posing for a picture

After sleeping on the ferry

After getting up at seven

To come over to an island

In the middle of a river

Half an hour from the city

On a Sunday

On a Sunday in the park with-

[GEORGE, spoken] Don't move the mouth!

[DOT] George!

Sunday in the Park with George (1984)

Stephen Sondheim