Testo Overture-Rock Island - Paul Reed

Overture-Rock Island

SALES MAN 1:
Cash for the merchandise.
Cash for the buttonhooks.
SALES MAN 3:
Cash for the cotton goods
Cash for the hard goods.
SALES MAN 2:
Cash for the soft goods
Cash for the fancy goods.
CHARLIE:
Cash for the noggins, and the piggins, and the firkins.
SALES MAN 3:
Cash for the hogshead cask and demijohn.
Cash for the crackers, and the pickles, and the flypaper.
SALES MAN 4:
Look, what do you talk?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
SALES MAN 5:
Where do you get it?
SALES MAN 4:
What do you talk?
SALES MAN 2:
You can talk, you can talk, you can bicker
You can talk. You can bicker, bicker, bicker, you can talk
You can talk. You can talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker.
You can talk all you wanna, but it’s different than it was.
CHARLIE:
No it aint, no it aint, but you gotta know the territory
SALES MAN 3:
Well, it’s the model «T"Ford made the trouble.
Made the people wanna go, wanna get, wanna get, wanna get out and go.
7,8,9,10,12,14, 22, 23 miles to the county seat.
SALES MAN 2:
Yes, sir, yes, sir!
SALES MAN 3:
Who’s gonna patronize a little 2 by 4 kind of store anymore?
SALES MAN 4:
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
SALES MAN 5:
Where do you get it?
CHARLIE:
It’s not the model «T"at all,
Take a gander at the store,
At the modern store,
At the present day store
At the present day, modern,
Departmentalized grocery store.
SALES MAN 4:
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
SALES MAN 5:
Where do you get it?
SALES MAN 4:
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
SALES MAN 5:
Where do you get it?
SALES MAN 2:
You can talk, you can bicker.
You can talk, you can bicker.
You can talk, talk, talk,
You can bicker, bicker, bicker.
You can talk all you wanna,
But it’s different than it was.
CHARLIE:
No, it ain’t. But, you gotta know the territory.
SALES MAN 2:
Gone, gone, gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn. Gone with the sugar
barrel, pickle barrel, milk pan,
gone with the tub and the pail and the fierce.
SALES MAN 3:
Ever meet a fellow by the name of Hill?
SALES MAN 1:
Hill?
SALES MAN 2:
Hill?
CHARLIE:
Hill?
SALES MAN 4:
Hill?
SALES MAN 5:
Hill?
HAROLD HILL:
Hill?
ALL:
No!
SALES MAN 4:
Never heard of any salesman Hill.
SALES MAN 3:
Now he doesn’t know the territory.
SALES MAN 1:
Doesn’t know the territory?
SALES MAN 2:
What’s the fellows line?
SALES MAN 3:
Never worries 'bout his line.
SALES MAN 1:
Never worries 'bout his line?
SALES MAN 3:
Or a doggone thing. He’s just a bang beat, bell ringing, big haul, great go,
neck or nothing, rip roarin, every time
a bull’s eye salesman. That’s Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill.
SALES MAN 5:
What’s the fellows line?
SALES MAN 4:
What’s his line?
CHARLIE:
He’s a fake and he doesn’t know the territory.
SALES MAN 4:
Look, what do ya talk?
What do ya talk?
What do ya talk?
What do ya talk?
SALES MAN 3:
He’s a music man.
SALES MAN 1:
He’s a what?
SALES MAN 2:
He’s a what?
SALES MAN 3:
He’s a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids in the town with the big
trombones and the rat-a-tat drums,
big brass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo with the uniforms
too, with a shiny gold braid on the
coat and a big red stripe runnninâ ¦
SALES MAN 2:
Well, I don’t know much about bands, but I do know you can’t make a living
selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps and here and there a Jew’s harpâ ¦
2nd Salesman: No, the fellow sells bands, boys bands. I don’t know how he does
it but he lives like a king and he dallies
and he gathers and he plucks and shines and when the man dances, certainly boys,
what else? The piper pays him! Yes sir, yes
sir, yes sir, yes sir, when the man dances, certainly boys, what else?
The piper pays him! Yes sir, Yes sir
Charlie: But he doesn’t know the territory!