On the Street Where You Live

When she mentioned how her aunt bit off the spoon

She completely done me in

And my heart went on a journey to the moon

When she told about her father and the gin

And I never saw a more enchanting farce

Than the moment when she shouted

"Move your bloomin'–"

Yes, sir?

Uh, is, is Miss Doolittle in?

Whom shall I say is calling?

Freddy Eynsford-Hill

Oh, if, if she doesn't remember who I am

Tell her I'm the chap who was sniggering at her

Yes, sir

And would you give her these?

Yes, sir, wouldn't you like to come in, sir?

They're having dinner, but you may wait in the hall

No, no, thank you

I want to drink in this street where she lives

I have often walked down this street before

But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before

All at once am I several stories high

Knowing I'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?

Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?

Does enchantment pour out of ev'ry door?

No, it's just on the street where you live

And oh, the towering feeling

Just to know somehow you are near

The overpowering feeling

That any second, you may suddenly appear

People stop and stare, they don't bother me

For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be

Let the time go by, I won't care if I

Can be here on the street where you live