The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise
Music by Ernest Seitz Lyrics by Eugene Lockhart
The world is waiting for the sunrise;
Every little rosebud is covered with dew.
And my heart is calling for youuuu
The thrush on high,
His sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is calling you!
Aaaaahhhhhh... Ahh ahh (Ahh too high! Can't make it)
Ahh... Ahhh... (you're flat!)
Higher! (ahh) Higher! (ahhh)
Can't take it! (ahhh) Too high! (ahhh)
Which way did he go, George?
Here kitty kitty, here kitty kitty, here puss puss puss!
(Original lyrics repeated, increasing in speed with assorted "Too fast" and "too much banjo" comments, etc.)
Look out! The equipment is smoking! Run for your lives! Aaaaaaaa!