No. 9 - Song - Dolls, with Genie and Scotty - "Mamma, Papa."

Lyrics by Glen MacDonough

[Dolls:] Mamma, Papa, was all that we could say,
Until we met this naughty boy,
This sporty boy today.
Now all because of this alluring lad
We're dollishly improper and mechanically bad.
Very goody goody dollies once were we!
Now we're dissipated dollies, as you see.
Propriety and etiquette are laid upon the shelf;
We say "Come off" and "Quit it,"
"Get a gait," and "Chase yourself!"
Nor do we hesitate a bit
In negatives to use a "Nit,"
In sporty chatter we merrily patter,
Though it is impolite,
Ourselves we flatter concerning that matter
That we are out of sight!
[Genie & Scotty:] Ah, there,
[Dolls:] You bet!
[Genie & Scotty:] Stay there.
[Dolls:] Don't fret!
A hit we're bound to make,
We are the swiftest of the swift,
And ev'ry cake we take,
To that...
[Scotty:] What tell,
[Dolls:] ...young man,
[Scotty:] Well, well,
[Dolls:] The whole of this we owe,
We wish that we had met him
Some ten thousand years ago.
Very goody goody dollies once were we!
Now we're dissipated dollies, as you see.
Propriety and etiquette are laid upon the shelf;
We say "Come off" and "Quit it,"
"Get a gait," and "Chase yourself!"
Nor do we hesitate a bit
In negatives to use a "Nit,"
In sporty chatter we merrily patter,
Though it is impolite,
Ourselves we flatter concerning that matter
That we are out of sight!