Make a Miracle

Our future will be marvelously exciting

Exciting

For progress is a thing there's no use fighting

Progress?

They say it will seem like emerging into the light

From a dismal penitentiary

What are you talking about?

The twentieth century

Oh, Amy, don't change the subject

I've just read a book on what's to be expected

They'll have wireless telegraphy perfected

Electric lights, fountain pens

And machines by which a lie can be detected

Oh, Amy, what about us?

Horseless carriages on the road

Breakfast cereals that explode

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Someday they'll have horseless carriages that fly

Horseless carriages that fly

Horseless carriages and someday

They'll be roaring all about the sky

Spelling out slogans

"Buy a hat at Hogan's"

But who knows when that age of miracles will come to be?

So meanwhile, darling, make a miracle and marry me

Horseless carriages!

I can't believe it, no I—

Someday they'll have stereopticons that move

Stereopticons that move

Stereopticons appearing in cathedrals larger than the Louvre

How romantic

Gigantic

But who knows when that great, great cultural event will shine?

So meanwhile, darling, make a miracle and say you're mine

Stereopticons!

I can't believe it, no I—

And I will see the wonders of the future in your eyes

Brightly gleaming

Wonders that I challenge modern science to devise

Oh yes, I know that

Someday, when we've both grown very, very old

Oh, so very, very old

Old enough to bury

Somebody, rather bright, will cure the common cold

Not the British!

Never the British!

And someday just a small white pill will feed a family

So meanwhile, let's have steak and kidney pie

And meanwhile, let's be sure our feet are dry

And meanwhile, darling, make a miracle and marry me

Horseless carriages!

I can't believe it (Marry me)

Stereopticons! (Amy, marry me)

Ha ha ha ha, I can't believe it (Oh)

Marry me

Marry me

Marry me

Marry me

Marry me!

Really, Mr. Wykeham

Oh, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha