Lyrics: MRS. PROD Ugly-

MR. PROD Hateful. Yes.

MRS. PROD What?

MR. PROD I know You were right She's a fright This behavior has to go

MRS. PROD I was sure That the cure Would be the mention of Studd Starr

MR. PROD Then again Her taste in men Has always been a bit bizarre It's too late to change the SCRIPT

MRS. PROD Her wings must be clipped

TOGETHER Our reputation Needs no alteration By a daughter who has-— flipped! We've got to keep an eye on her We've got to keep an eye on her We must engage a monitor We've got to keep an eye on her La, La, La, etc.

ELIZABETH Mr. Hammersteen, II What's "Oklahoma"? What is "wheat that smells sweet"? Do I know that aroma? Where are the "hills to make my heart sing" Never seen a carousel- Never had a "favorite thing" Where's enchantment and fire? Now it's camera companions No spark of desire Skies of blue? I need a clue Mr. Hammersteen, II

MRS. PROD Ugly

MR. PROD Hateful. Yes.

MRS. PROD What?

MR. PROD You're right You're thinking Maybe baby Won't be back tonight

MRS. PROD I'd better go You never know

MR. PROD This time don't fail I recall Back in the fall That you fell off her trail

MRS. PROD I wasn't meant to pry If you can do it better, try Or if these accusations Need more confirmation Can't we just employ a spy?

TOGETHER We've got to keep an eye on her We've got to keep an eye on her We must engage a monitor We've got to keep an eye on her La, La La, etc.

ELIZABETH Mr. Porter Where's the champagne? My nights are young Where's my top hat and cane? No one I know gets a "kick out of me" Not even my daddy Who I hardly see Where's the romance sublime? Now it's PROGRAMS and poses No roses— no wine Birds and bees? What are these? Mr. Porter, please.

MR. PROD ELIZABETH Hateful- Mr. Porter

MRS. PROD Ugly.

MR. PROD Sorry Where's the champagne?

MRS. PROD Hmph-

MR. PROD I am

MRS. PROD Never mind My nights are young Just you find Another undercover man Where's my top hat and cane? For the while No one I know I'll smile She'll never know I'm there Gets a "kick out of me" MR. PROD When we set down Not even my daddy Back in town I know an agent with flair Who I hardly see MR. & MRS. PROD ELIZABETH The daughter of a PROD Where's the romance, sublime? Must never ever seem odd The insinuations _ Now it's PROGRAMS and poses And the complications stick Like lightning to the rod No roses, no wine We've got to keep an eye on her’ Birds and bees We've got to keep an eye on her’ What are these? We must employ a monitor We've got to keep an eye on her Mr. Porter, please

ALL TOGETHER La, La, La, etc.