paroles de chanson It's Hot Up Here - Sunday in the Park with George Ensemble

It's hot up here
It's hot and it's monotonous
I want my glasses
This is not my good profile
Nobody can even see my profile
I hate this dress
The soldiers have forgotten us
The boatman schwitzes
I am completely out of proportion
These helmets weigh a lot on us
This tree is blocking my view
I can't see anything
Why are they complaining?
It could have been raining
I hate these people
It's hot up here
A lot up here
It's hot up here
Forever
A lot of fun
It's not up here
It's hot up here
No matter what
There's not a breath
Of air up here
And they're up here
Forever
It's not my fault
I got up here
I'll rot up here
I am so hot up here
Darling, don't clutch mother's hand quite so tightly
Thank you
It's hot up here
At least you have a parasol
Well, look who's talking
Sitting in the shade
I trust my cigar is not bothering you
Unfortunately, it never goes out
It's good to be together again
See, I told you they were odd
Don't slouch
He took my glasses
You've been eating something sticky
I put on rouge today, too...
Don't you ever take a bath?
Nurse! Hand me my fan
I can't
At least the brat is with her mother
I heard that!
Do you like tall grass?
Hah!
Jules!
Bunch of animals...
I hate these people
It's hot up here
And strange up here
No change up here
Forever
How still it is
How odd it is
And God, it is
So hot!
I like the one in the light hat
Hello, George
I do not wish to be remembered
Like this, George,
With them, George
My hem, George
Three inches off the ground
And then this monkey
And these people, George
They'll argue till they fade
And whisper things and grunt
But thank you for the shade
And putting me in front
Yes, thank you, George, for that...
And for the hat...
It's hot up here
It's hot and it's monotonous
I want my glasses!
This is not my good profile
I hate this dress
It's hot up here
The soldiers have forgotten us
Don't slouch! / Animals... / I want my glasses
Are you sure you don't like tall grass? / This is not my good profile
And furthermore, finding you're fading
Is very degrading
And God, I am so hot!
Well, there are worse things than sweating
By a river on a Sunday
There are worse things than sweating by a river
When you're sweating in a picture
That was painted by a genius
And you know that you're immortal
And you'll always be remembered
Even if they never see you
And you're listening to drivel
And you're part of your companion
And your glasses have been stolen
And you're bored beyond endurance
And the baby has no diapers
And you're slouching
I am not!
And you are out of all proportion
And I hate these people!
You never get
A breeze up here,
And she's (he's)
Up here
Forever
You cannot run
Amok up here
You're stuck up here
In this gavotte
Perspectives don't
Make sense up here
It's tense up here
Forever
The outward show
Of bliss up here
Is disappearing dot by dot...
And it's hot!