The "City of Angels" Orchestra feat. Ben Parry, Neil Rutherford, Zoe Tyler & Annalene Beechey Yeo -
City Of Angels (Original London Cast Recording)
Prologue
You seem at home on the court
Let's say that i've played around
Well you don't look like the sort
My hidden talents abound
A competitor hasn't been found to defeat me
I'll bet you're a real good sport
Shall we say the ball is in your court
I'll bet you like to play rough
I like to work up a sweat
And you just can't get enough
I'm good for more than one set
But i promise i'll show no regret
If you beat me
My backhand is clearly my forte
Shall we say the ball is in your court
No one ever plays with me
I thought your next of kin did
My husband never plays with me
He's too easily winded.
You leave me breathless too
Wait till our match is through
I may lack form and finesse
But i warm up in a jiff
It's not exciting unless
The competition is stiff
I think i understand your racket
I'm not in your league
But you can hack it
This game commences with love
Well i think love is a bore
Let's give the tempo a shove
And raise the stakes a bit more
One thing i'm positive of
It's time for someone to score
Tell me how you like to play
On grass or clay
And ev'ry day
They're both o.k.
But time is running short
Darling, let's don't dilly dally
Ready for a rousing rally
Shall we say the ball is in your court
Shall we say the ball is in your court
Let's say that i've played around
Well you don't look like the sort
My hidden talents abound
A competitor hasn't been found to defeat me
I'll bet you're a real good sport
Shall we say the ball is in your court
I'll bet you like to play rough
I like to work up a sweat
And you just can't get enough
I'm good for more than one set
But i promise i'll show no regret
If you beat me
My backhand is clearly my forte
Shall we say the ball is in your court
No one ever plays with me
I thought your next of kin did
My husband never plays with me
He's too easily winded.
You leave me breathless too
Wait till our match is through
I may lack form and finesse
But i warm up in a jiff
It's not exciting unless
The competition is stiff
I think i understand your racket
I'm not in your league
But you can hack it
This game commences with love
Well i think love is a bore
Let's give the tempo a shove
And raise the stakes a bit more
One thing i'm positive of
It's time for someone to score
Tell me how you like to play
On grass or clay
And ev'ry day
They're both o.k.
But time is running short
Darling, let's don't dilly dally
Ready for a rousing rally
Shall we say the ball is in your court
Shall we say the ball is in your court
Credits
Writer(s): Cy Coleman
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Other Album Tracks
- Prologue
- Double Talk
- What You Don't Know About Women
- You Gotta Look Out for Yourself
- The Buddy System
- With Every Breath I Take
- The Tennis Song
- Everybody's Gotta Be Somewhere
- Lost And Found
- All You Have to Do Is Wait
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