On the Street Where You Live

When she mentioned how her aunt bit off the spoon
She completely done me in
And my heart went on a journey to the moon
When she told about her father and the gin
And I never saw a more enchanting farce
Than the moment when she shouted, "Move your bloomin'-"

Yes, sir?

Is Miss Doolittle at home?

Who shall I say is calling?

Freddy Eynsford-Hill
If she doesn't remember me tell her
I'm the chap who was sniggering at her

Yes, sir

And would you give her these?

Yes, sir!

You needn't rush
I want to drink in the street where she lives

Yes, sir

I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I
Several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live

And, oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear

People stop and stare
They don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on Earth
That I would rather be
Let the time go by
I won't care if I
Can be here, on the street where you live

Mr. Freddy Eynsford-Hill?

Yes

I'm terribly sorry, sir
Miss Doolittle says she doesn't want to see anyone ever again

But why?
She was unbelievable

So I've been told, sir
Is there any further message

Yes
Tell her I'll wait

But it might be days, sir, even weeks

But don't you see? I'll be happy here

People stop and stare
They don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on Earth
That I would rather be
Let the time go by
I won't care if I
Can be here, on the street where you live