Lyrics Nothing Like the City - Lea Michele , Marin Mazzie , Peter Friedman

Mister, please, where is this?

You're in New Rochelle; You can take the rope off her
This ain't the city

Mother!

I see! I see! He's afraid of losing her
Immigrants are terrified of losing their children
So are we, but just not so conspicuously
Don't stare
It's not polite to stare

He's a rude little boy
Ignore him
People of good breeding do not stare at other people
They acknowledge them politely with a bow
Like this

Good day
Good day, sir

She called me "sir"
Without a doubt
We're really out
Of New York City!

Fine weather, isn't it?

Isn't it?
Now that we're out of the city
Isn't it?

Nothing like the city...

He's still staring!

Never mind

My father's at the North Pole
With Admiral Peary and eskimos!
Where is your mother?

Dead

Edgar!

My name is Edgar
We're off to visit out fireworks factory
What is your name?

No name

That's impossible, everyone has a name
Even the little Negro baby who lives in our attic!

Sshh! Do not be rude!
He talks!

I never knew anyone
Who stayed on a rope
Like a puppy dog
What does it feel like?
(Safe!)

He also stares

Safe?

You'd think
He'd never
Seen someone
From New York City

Everyone's safe
In New Rochelle!

That's children
Isn't it?

Safe?

Isn't it?

Yes.

Always another surprise
Isn't it?

Boston Post Road trolley! Boston!

Well

Well
Have a pleasant day, ma'am

Have a pleasant trip, sir

Nothing like the city...

Mamaroneck! All aboard for Mamaroneck!

We know those people!

That's ridiculous
They're poor foreigners

Then we're going to know them!

Who put such thoughts in your head?