On the Street Where You Live

When she mentioned how her aunt bit off the spoon

She completely done me in

And my heart went on a journey to the moon

When she told about her father and the gin

And I never saw a more enchanting farce

Than the moment when she shouted, "Move your bloomin'-"

Yes, sir?

Is Miss Doolittle at home?

Who shall I say is calling?

Freddy Eynsford-Hill

If she doesn't remember me tell her

I'm the chap who was sniggering at her

Yes, sir

And would you give her these?

Yes, sir!

You needn't rush

I want to drink in the street where she lives

Yes, sir

I have often walked down this street before

But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before

All at once am I

Several stories high

Knowing I'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees

In the heart of town?

Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?

Does enchantment pour

Out of every door?

No, it's just on the street where you live

And, oh, the towering feeling

Just to know somehow you are near

The overpowering feeling

That any second you may suddenly appear

People stop and stare

They don't bother me

For there's nowhere else on Earth

That I would rather be

Let the time go by

I won't care if I

Can be here, on the street where you live

Mr. Freddy Eynsford-Hill?

Yes

I'm terribly sorry, sir

Miss Doolittle says she doesn't want to see anyone ever again

But why?

She was unbelievable

So I've been told, sir

Is there any further message

Yes

Tell her I'll wait

But it might be days, sir, even weeks

But don't you see? I'll be happy here

People stop and stare

They don't bother me

For there's nowhere else on Earth

That I would rather be

Let the time go by

I won't care if I

Can be here, on the street where you live