Piano Lesson Lyrics - Singles - Music Man

Marian: 

Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

Oh--Who? 

Marian: 

I never saw him before. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

Did he say anythin'? 

Marian: 

He tried. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

Did you say anythin'? 

Marian: 

Of course not, Mama! 

Now don't dawdle, Amaryllis. 

So do la ti mi, 

A little slower and please keep the fingers curved as nice and as high as you possibly can. 

Don't get faster, dear. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

If you don't mind my sayin' so, 

It wouldn't have hurt you to find out what the gentleman wanted. 

Marian: 

I know what the gentleman wanted. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

What, dear? 

Marian: 

You'll find it in Balzac. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

Excuse me fer livin' but I never read it. 

Marian: 

Neither has anyone else in this town. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

There you go again with the same old comment 

about the low mentality of River City people, 

and takin' it all to much to heart. 

Marian: 

Now, Mama, 

As long as the Madison Public Library was entrusted to me for the purpose of improving River City's cultural level, 

I can't help my concern that the Ladies of River City 

Keep ignoring all my council and advice. 

Mrs. Paroo: 

But, darlin'--when a woman has a husband 

And you've got none, 

Why should she take advice from you? 

Even if you can quote Balzac and Shakespeare 

And all them other highfalutin' Greeks. 

Marian: 

Mama, if you don't mind my sayin' so, 

You have a bad habit of changin' ev'ry subject-- 

Mrs. Paroo: 

Well, I haven't changed the subject! 

I was talking about that stranger-- 

Marian: 

What stranger? 

Mrs. Paroo: 

With the suitcase who may be your very last chance! 

Marian: 

Mama! 

Do you think that I'd allow a common masher-- 

Now, really Mama! 

I have my standards where men are concerned, 

And I have no intention-- 

Mrs. Paroo: 

I know all about your standards 

And if you don't mind my sayin' so 

There's not a man alive 

Who could hope to measure up to that blend'a 

Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat and Noah Webster 

You've got concocted for yourself outta your Irish imagination, your Iowa stubbornness, and your liberry fulla' books!