Play It, Honey

Sonia Manzano is the sultry voice of Wisdom here
(María from 1971 to 2015 on Sesame Street !)

Turn back, O man — forswear thy foolish ways
Old now is earth, and none may count her days
  ♩♬ da, da, da, da, da
Yet thou, her child, whose head is crowned with flame
Still wilt not hear thine inner God proclaim:

Turn back, O man (is your seat comfortable sir?)
Turn back, O man (mmmmm, I like that)
Turn back, O man (can you take it?)
Forswear thy foolish ways
(See ya later I’m going to the front of the thee-ay-ter)

Earth might be fair, and all men glad and wise
Age after age their tragic empires rise
   ♩♬ da, da, da, da, da
Built while they dream, and in that dreaming weep
Would man but wake from out his haunted sleep . . .

Turn back, O man. . . (mmm I’ll say it again)
Turn back, O man. . . (can ya see from where you’re sittin’?)
Turn back, O man. . . (hiya big boy)
Forswear thy foolish ways

Earth shall be fair; and all her people one
Not till that hour shall God’s whole will be done.
Now, even now, once more from earth to sky
Peals forth in joy man’s old undaunted cry
Earth shall be fair, and all her people one

C’mere Jesus, I got something to show ya!

(chorus repeat first verse)

Forswear thy foolish ways!

 

Joanne Jonas gets pretty slinky in the 1973 film version
La inglesa is good, but still not as good as Sonia!
(Original London Cast recording 1971)
Better than above but STILL not SONIA !
(Off-Broadway Cast recording 2000)

Gots To Git Funky

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help—for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms . . .

I slept alone for many whole nights / but one more minute / and I will kill you
you look at me as if you had no eyes / but when you touch me / I have no skin

You made love to a photocopy, and left the room in perfect order
by leaning out of the window / and traveling by ambulance

strangling me with your love…  (x 4)

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help—for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls, in your arms
(chokin’ to death)

strangling me with your love
(chokin’ . . .)

strangling me with your love
strangling me with your love