No. 6 - Duet - Spirit and Tippin - "I want to be a Mortal."

Lyrics by Percy Greenbank

[Spirit:] Out of the boundless blue,
[Tippin:] Ha! Ha!
[Spirit:] Into the world I came,
A child of the air, from no matter where,
A creature of fire and of flame!
[Tippin:] She's rather a hot bit of flame!
[Spirit:] Then I set eyes on you,
[Tippin:] Ha! Ha!
[Spirit:] A solid substantial thing,
Though you're not up to much,
You're a man, and as such
You appeal to the Slave of the Ring.
[Tippin:] She wants to play "Kiss in the Ring."
[Spirit:] I want to be a mortal,
I want to stop on earth,
At present I'm nothing but vapour and mist,
I want to be lov'd and I want to be kiss'd;
I want to be a mortal,
[Tippin:] A nice bit of goods like you.
[Spirit:] I want, if you please,
Just to sit on your knees,
[Both:] Exactly as mortals do.

[Spirit:] Spirits, of course, can do,
[Tippin:] Ha! Ha!
[Spirit:] Things that a mortal mayn't;
My appetite's small, I eat nothing at all
But still I'm not going to faint.
[Tippin:] I'm glad she's not going to faint.
[Spirit:] Hunger I can pooh! pooh!
[Tippin:] Ha! Ha!
[Spirit:] Thirsty I never feel,
But with envy I'm green
When some mortal I've seen
Sitting down to a seven-course meal!
[Tippin:] Well, she does look in want of a meal!
[Spirit:] I want to be a mortal,
I want to stop on earth,
At present I feed upon dewdrops and air,
But how I should welcome a fresh bill of fare.
I want to be a mortal,
[Tippin:] And she'd eat enough for two.
[Spirit:] I'd dine à la carte at a restaurant smart,
[Both:] Exactly as mortals do.

[Spirit:] You are a child of earth,
[Tippin:] Ha! Ha!
[Spirit:] Pity my hapless lot,
Supposing you felt you were likely to melt,
Or vanish away on the spot.
[Tippin:] Well, thank you, I'd much rather not!
[Spirit:] What is existence worth
[Tippin:] Ha! Ha!
[Spirit:] When you're such fragile stuff?
By the breezes that blow I am toss'd to and fro
Like a feather or mere bit of fluff!
[Tippin:] I've known one or two bits of fluff!
[Spirit:] I want to be a mortal,
I want to stop on earth,
I'm weary of roaming, ah! do let me rest
My gossamer form on your muscular chest.
I want to be a mortal,
Solid and real all through,
I wish you'd make haste, come encircle my waist
Exactly as mortals do.