Lyr Req: Mad Dogs and Englishmen (Noel Coward)

Subject: Lyrics REQ - Mad Dogs & Englishmen
From:
Date: 02 Jun 97 - 08:52 AM

A friend of mine is looking for the words to an old colonial barracks song called "Mad Dogs & Englishmen (go out in the noon day sun)". Does this ring a bell with anyone? Nothing in database.

Reply to my e-mail address. Thanks.

Subject: RE: Lyrics REQ - Mad Dogs & Englishmen
From: Teru
Date: 02 Jun 97 - 09:16 AM

I found following words somewhere in the INTERNET. Are they what your friend is looking for?

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun

The Japanese don't care to,

the Chinese wouldn't dare to

Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one

But Englishmen

Detest a Siesta.

With regards

Teru

Subject: RE: Lyrics REQ - Mad Dogs & Englishmen
From: Peter Timmerman
Date: 02 Jun 97 - 10:11 AM

This is Noel Coward's song. I am away from home, but if no one else posts this in the next while, I will. There are lots of verses, only few I remember accurately. It begins:

In tropical climes there are certain times of day, when all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire, it's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey, but though the English are effette, they're quite impervious to heat -- MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN GO OUT IN THE NOONDAY SUN.

In the mangrove swamps where the python romps, there is peace from twelve till two, even caribous lie down and snooze, for there's nothing else to do, but...

In Rangoon, at the stroke of noon, they fire off the midday gun to reprimand each inmate whos in late...

The best, longest version is on the Noel Coward in Las Vegas album.

Subject: Lyr Add: MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN (Noel Coward)
From: Peter Timmerman
Date: 03 Jun 97 - 05:45 PM

MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN
(Noel Coward)

(Begin with "Rule Britannia", then tune:)

In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire,
To tear their clothes off and perspire;
It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray --

CHORUS: Papalakapapalakapapalakaboo (rpt.)
Digarigadigarigadigarigadoo (rpt.)
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously, absolutely nuts --

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The Japanese don't care to,
The Chinese wouldn't dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one,
But Englishmen detest a siesta,
In the Philippines there are lovely screens,
To protect you from the glare,
In the Malay states there are hats like plates,
Which the Britishers won't wear,
At twelve noon the natives swoon, and no further work is done --
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

It's such a surprise for the eastern eyes to see,
That though the British are effete
They're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides, every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he
Will impale his solar topee on a tree

CHORUS: Bolybolybolybolybolybolybaa (rpt.)
Habaninnyhabaninnyhabaninnyhaa (rpt.)
It seems such a shame that when the English claim the earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth --

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun,
The toughest Burmese bandit
Can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun.
They put their scotch or rye down, and lie down.
In the jungle town where the sun beats down,
To the rage of man or beast,
The English garb of the English sahib,
Merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit,
Deplores this stupid habit.
In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire off a noonday gun.
To reprimand each inmate, who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps, where the python romps,
There is peace from twelve till two,
Even caribous lie down and snooze,
For there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.



Sorry about the spacing. It is a series of verses and choruses and refrains. Yours, Peter