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Noël Coward
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Mad Dogs & Englishmen
Noel Coward In tropical climes There are certain times of day When all the citizens retire To take their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules That the greatest fools obey Because the sun is far too sultry And one must avoid its ultry Violet ray
The natives grieve When the white men leave Their huts Because they're obviously Definitely nuts
Mad Dogs & Englishmen Go out in the midday sun The Japanese don't care to The Chinese wouldn't dare to Hindus and Argentines
Sleep firmly from twelve to one But Englishmen Detest a siesta In the Philippines They have lovely screens To protect you from the glare
In the Malay states There are hats like plates Which the Britishers won't wear At twelve noon the natives swoon And no further work is done But mad dogs and Englishmen Go out in the midday sun
Such a surprise For the eastern eyes to see That though the English are effete They're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides Every native hides In glee Because the simple creatures hope he Will impale his solar toupee on a tree
It seems such a shame When the English claim The Earth that they give rise To such hilarity and mirth
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Mad dogs and Englishmen Go out in the midday sun The toughest Burmese bandit Can never understand it
In Rangoon The heat of noon Is just what the natives shun They put their Scotch Or Rye down and lie down
In a jungle town Where the sun beats down To the rage of man and beast The English garb Of the English sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased. In Bangkok at twleve'o'clock They foam at the mouth and run But mad dogs and Englishmen Go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen Go out in the midday sun The smallest Malay rabbit Deplores this foolish habit
In Hong Kong They strike a gong And fire off a noonday gun To reprimand Each inmate Who's in late
In the mangrove swamps Where the python romps There is peace from twelve to two Even caribous Lie around and snooze For there's nothing else to do
In Bengal To move at all Is seldom if ever done But mad dogs and Englishmen Go out in the midday
Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday sun
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