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Your servant
Your servant
Indeed I'm not your servant
Although you give me less than servant's pay
I'm a free and independent employé
Employee
Because I'm a woman
You think, like every woman
I have to be a slave or concubine
You conceited, self-indulgent libertine
Libertine
How I wish I'd told him that
Right to his face
Libertine
And while we're on the subject, sire
There are certain goings on around this place
That I wish to tell you I do not admire
I do not like polygamy
Or even moderate bigamy
I realize
That in your eyes
That clearly makes a prig o' me
But I am from a civilized land called Wales
Where men like you are kept in county jails
In your pursuit of pleasure, you
Have mistresses who treasure you
They have no ken
Of other men
Beside whom they can measure you
A flock of sheep, and you the only ram
No wonder you're the wonder of Siam
Oh, I'm rather glad I didn't say that
Not with the women right there
And the children
The children, the children
I'll not forget the children
No matter where I go I'll always see
Those little faces looking up at me
Your majesty
Shall I tell you what I think of you?
You're spoiled
You're a conscientious worker
But you're spoiled
Giving credit where it's due
There is much I like in you
But it's also very true
That you're spoiled
Everybody's always bowing
To the King
Everybody has to grovel
To the King
By your Buddha you are blessed
By your ladies you're caressed
But the one who loves you best
Is the King
All this bowing and kowtowing
To remind you of your royalty
I find a most disgusting exhibition
I wouldn't ask a Siamese cat
To demonstrate his loyalty
By taking this ridiculous position
How would you like it if you were a man
Playing the part of a toad?
Crawling around on your elbows and knees
Eating the dust in the road
Toads
Toads
All of your people are toads
Yes, Your Majesty, no, Your Majesty
Tell us how low to go, Your Majesty
Make some more decrees, Your Majesty
Don't let us up off our knees, Your Majesty
Give us a kick if you please, Your Majesty
Give us a kick if you would, Your Majesty
Oh, oh, that was good, Your Majesty
Written by: Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers
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