MATILDE Anything else, Doctor? DOCTOR Let me have some butter! I’m tired of margarine. Oh! And I’ll take a bottle of brandy, I have some friends coming over! MATILDE Including the shoes that will be fifty-three marks and four pennies? DOCTOR Put it on my account! MATILDE You don’t have an account. DOCTOR Well then...I’d like to open one... Yellow Shoes, Think of me wearing my yellow shoes. Got me a pair of those yellow shoes, Finally feeling… MATILDE How do they fit? DOCTOR Like a glove! It’s amazing what simple things can do for the spirit! But, it's not the fit Mrs. Shell, it’s how they make me feel! Yellow Shoes, Look at me wearing my yellow shoes, Got me a pair of those yellows shoes, Finally feeling secure! Thank god! Now that you know that I’m so well shod, Don't you agree that it’s really odd, Folks you to think I was poor? MATILDE Ottilie, you know your father won’t let you have those. OTTILIE Everyone else is wearing them, why shouldn’t I? POLICE INSPECTOR I’ll take some cuban cigars! PRIEST And I’ll take six yards of that good french silk! SCHOOLMASTER I’ll take all your Russian vodka! MATILDE How are you paying? OTTILIE Like everyone else! ALL On credit! MAYOR If, and there is no way in heaven or on earth that we would ever agree to Madame Zacazassain’s obsured proposal, if, if there is someway we could agree to her conditions without compromising ourselves. A vote of moral censure for example. (He sees Anton, the Mayor smiles back) What is it Anton? ANTON You're going to kill me aren't you? MAYOR Did I say that? Did anyone say that? MAYOR We are merely trying to come up with a solution that is acceptable to all the other parties involved! ANTON I am the only party involved. MAYOR I wish it were that simple. We need a new a new hospital, we need a new school. ANTON I want to see your shoes. TOWNSFOLK Yellow Shoes. Look at me wearing my yellow shoes. ANTON I have my answer! TOWNSFOLK Got me a pair of those yellows shoes, Finally feeling secure! MAYOR It’s not what you’re thinking! (While the Townsfolk sing, Anton observes from a distance) TOWNSFOLK Thank you, God! Now that you know that I’m so swell shod, Don't you agree that it’s really odd, Folks used to think I was poor? People who call themselves the elite, Are people who take good care of their feet. So I’m strolling in yellow shoes, Light as a feather in yellow shoes, Hellbent for leather, They keep out the damp, Say I’m no tramp! I walk like a champ in yellow shoes! ANTON You too, ‘Tilde? MATILDE Why shouldn’t I be pretty like everyone else? Or your children? Have you thought of them? ANTON There’s a train in just a few minutes. If I don’t stay, I’ll no longer be a temptation to the others to do something dreadful, something they’ll regret for the rest of their lives. Why don’t you say something Matilde? MATILDE Good bye, Anton. ANTON If I get away, she won’t pay up, you understand?! When I go the story ends! TOWNSFOLK All of the landed gentry you’ll see Will send out an invitation to me, Come to my party in yellow shoes! Don’t I look smart in my yellow shoes? State of the art and forever in style, I’d walk a mile, Wearing a smile! Wearing a smile! Wearing a smile! Wearing a smile! In yellow shoes! ANTON Let me pass! Let me through! You said you were with me Fredrick?! SCHOOLMASTER I am, Anton! But I think the time has come for you to leave before we no longer resist our baiser impulses! ANTON Police DeHanke, I insist you make them clear away from me! POLICE INSPECTOR Everyone back, make way for Anton Shell to catch his train. MAYOR What’s keeping you now? ANTON She is. She is. TOWNSFOLK Yellow shoes. Look at me wearing my yellow shoes. Got me a pair of those yellows shoes. Look at me wearing my yellow shoes Got me a pair of those yellows shoes. Look at me wearing my yellow shoes. Got me a pair of those- Yellow Shoes! YELLOW SHOES!!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
