THE MERRY WIDOW
 
ACTE II
 
March-Septet : You're Back Where You First Began (It's A Problem)
 
Jeremy Brett ... Count Danilo
 
Danilo, Zeta, Cascada St Brioche, Kromow et tous
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Count Danilo :
It’s a problem
 
Men :
It’s a problem
 
Count Danilo :
How to manage
 
Men :
To go on
 
Count Danilo :
How to manage willful women
When the bloom of youth has gone
 
Man :
How to keep them
 
Men :
Keep them faithful
 
Man :
Is the question
 
Men :
We’re about
 
Count Danilo :
If there’s any bright suggestion
 
Men :
We’re ready to try it out
 
Count Danilo :
The one pursues the latest fashion
 
Men :
Coiffure, hipline, toque, and muff
 
Count Danilo :
And one the grand romantic passion
 
Men :
Tristan and Isolde stuff
 
Count Danilo :
The next demands a bow-neck hero
 
Men :
Spurs and wax mustachio
 
Count Danilo :
With brawn at plus and brain of zero
 
Men :
Ajax or Petruchio
 
Count Danilo :
The fourth is fractious late and early
 
Men :
Scolding when the guests are gone
 
Count Danilo :
Still thriving in the hurly-burly
 
Men :
Offspring of an Amazon
 
Count Danilo :
But some, of course, are sweet and tender
 
Men :
Snakes that wheedle and beguile
We’ll close our acts and not surrender
Wondering what to do meanwhile
 
What to think, what to say, what to do
What a red-letter day if we knew
Being male we may fail but we try
Yes, we try, try, try, try, try
 
Clutching hope we must cope as we can
Though it’s plainly too much for a man
Though you sweat, though you slave
They forget what you gave
Then you’re back where you first began
 
Women, women, women, women,
Women, women, women, women, ahhhh
 
What to think, what to say, what to do
What a red-letter day if we knew
Being male we may fail but we try
Yes, we try, try, try, try, try
 
Clutching hope we must cope as we can
Though it’s plainly too much for a man
Though you sweat, though you slave
They forget what you gave
Then you’re back where you first began
 
Man :
What to think, what to say, what to do
 
Men :
Women, women, women, women,
 
Count Danilo :
What a red-letter day if we knew
 
Men :
Women, women, women, women,
 
Both :
Being male we may fail but we try
Men :Yes, we try, try, try, try, tryClutching hope we must cope as we can Though it’s plainly too much for a manThough you sweat, though you slaveThey forget what you gaveThen you’re back where you first began