On the Twentieth Century: Never

Let me see
Let me see
When would I be available?
When will I be free?
March? September? June? November?
Nineteen thirty three?
Nineteen thirty four?
Thirty five?
Thirty six?
Never?
Never!
Never – that is the word I use
Never – that is the word I choose
Tell him, tell him you really tried
Tell him, tell him that really I'd rather die!

Never! Never is much too quick
Never! He makes me much too sick
Let him save his own hateful hide
Let him know he's so hateful, I'd rather die!
Lily, come back to him!
Never, I hear that his failure has been fantastic
Lily, come back to him!
He might do something drastic
Lily, he hasn't a cufflink on which to borrow
Lovely!
They're taking his theatre away tomorrow

Never! That is the word I seek
Never! That is the word I shriek!
Never – tell him you heard it here
Tell him, tell him you heard it clear
Tell him if he comes through the door
I will trample him through the floor
Tell him, tell him I'll strangle him!
Tell him, tell him I'm mangle him!
Tell him that I - tell him- tell him that I -
Go back with him
Here's my reply
Let me see... I'd rather die! Die! Die!



Credits
Writer(s): Cy Coleman, Betty Comden, Adolph Green
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