Sunday In The Park With George-Mandy Patinkin
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Sunday In The Park With George - Mandy Patinkin/Bernadette Peters

A trickle of sweat

The back of the head

He always does this

Now the foot is dead

Sunday in the park with george

One more su

The collar is damp

Beginning to pinch

The bustle's slipping

I won't budge one inch

Who was at the zoo george

Who was at the zoo

The monkeys and who george

The monkeys and who

Don't move

Artists are bizarre fixed cold

That's you george you're bizarre fixed cold

I like that in a man fixed cold

God it's hot out here

Well there are worse things

Than staring at the water on a sunday

There are worse things

Than staring at the water

As you're posing for a picture

Being painted by you lover

In the middle of the summer

On an island in the river on a sunday

The petticoat's wet

Which adds to the weight

The sun is blinding

All right concentrate

Eyes open please

Sunday in the park with george

Look out at the water not at me

Sunday in the park with george

Well if you want bread

And respect

And attention

Not to say connection

Modelling's no profession

If you want instead

When you're dead

Some more public

And more permanent

Expression

Of affection

You want a painter

Poet

Sculptor preferably

Marble granite bronze

Durable

Something nice with swans

That's durable

Forever

All it has to be is good

And George you're good

You're really good

George's stroke is tender

George's touch is pure

Your eyes george

I love your eyes george

I love your beard george

I love your size george

But most george

Of all

But most of all

I love your painting

I think I'm fainting

The tip of a stay

Right under the tit

No don't give in just

Lift the arm a bit

Don't life the arm please

Sunday in the park with george

The bustle high please

Not even a nod

As if I were trees

The ground could open

He would still say please

Never know with you george

Who could know with you

The others I knew george

Before we get through

I'll get to you too

God I am so hot

Well there are worse things

Than staring at the water on a gunday

There are worse things

Than staring at the water

As you're posing for a picture

After sleeping on the ferry

After getting up at seven

To come over to an island

In the middle of a river

Half an hour from the city

On a sunday

On a sunday in the park with

Don't move the mouth

George

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