Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Julie Andrews
Chant
Rachel York
Chant
Putting It Together Orchestra
Interprète
Scott Frankel
Direction d’orchestre
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Stephen Sondheim
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jay David Saks
Production
James Nichols
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
My husband the pig
The swaggering bore I'll do anything for
What a pig!
The air of disdain is appalling
The level of decency nil
If he thinks that I'll always come crawling
Ha! I will
My husband the pig
I worship the ground
That he kicks me around
On, the pig
I have no objection to passing inspection
But who can contend with an endless erection
That falls to its knees when it sees its reflection?
My husband...
Like a clot in the cream
Or a fly in the jam
Till I think that I'm going to scream...
And I am
But would anyone here give a damn?
Ah, well
Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread
Every day a little sting
In the heart and in the head
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death
He smiles sweetly, strokes my hair
Says he misses me
I would murder him right there
But first I die
He talks softly of his wars
And his horses and his whores
I think love's a dirty business!
So do I!
I'm before him on my knees (So do I...)
And he kisses me
He assumes I'll lose my reason
And I do
Men are stupid, men are vain
Love's disgusting, love's insane
A humiliating business!
Oh, how true!
Ah, well
Every day a little death
Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
On the lips and in the eyes
In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread (In the murmurs, in the pauses)
In the gestures, in the sighs
Every day a little sting
Every day a little dies
In the heart and in the head
In the looks and in the lies
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death
Written by: Stephen Sondheim


