He's Here

Ah!
He's here
He's here
My long-awaited Lancelot is here
My God, he's here! Oh!

Gadzooks
God, what?
I'm trembling in my pants a lot
That far he's not
But near

And I complained to play Sleeping Beauty
And how I nagged you, Lord, to make it stop
Oh!
And how I hated waiting
For the other shoe to drop!
Oh my God, oh!

So now it dropped
And oh
With dishes in the sink
Is it of joy? I think
Or fear
I dreamed someday my prince would come
The reason's not quite clear
Oh!

How weird! How odd!
I can't think of a thing to say
But oh, my God, he's here!

Penelope am I, and he's Ulysses
The man for whom I've waited and repined
Oh
Penelope am I
Two little babies and look, oh my God!
But frankly, nothing comes to mind
Oh, oh, oh

Except, oh hell
My hose
Are hanging in the john
Should I go pale
And wan
Or cheer?
And on this magic day
Of days I've worn a torn brassiere!

Oh, drat
Oh, damn
He could have sent a telegram
And how was he so sure the coast was clear?
That cluck
That clod
He's absolutely beautiful
But oh, my God
Ah!
He's here!



Credits
Writer(s): Elmer Bernstein, Carolyn Leigh
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