Just You Wait - Voice
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
You'll be sorry, but your tears'll be too late
You'll be broke, and I'll have money
Will I help you? Don't be funny
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, till you're sick
And you screams to fetch a doctor double-quick
I'll be off a second later
And go straight to the the-ater
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
Ooooh 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea
Ooooh 'enry 'iggins
And you get a cramp a little ways from me
When you yell you're going to drown
I'll get dressed and go to town
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait
One day I'll be famous I'll be proper and prim
Go to St. James so often
I will call it St. Jim
One evening the king will say
"Oh, Liza, old thing, I want all of England your praises to sing"
Next week on the twentieth of May
I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day!
All the people will celebrate the glory of you
And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do."
"Thanks a lot, King" says I, in a manner well-bred
"But all I want is 'enry 'iggins 'ead"
"Done," says the King with a stroke
"Guard, run and bring in the bloke"
Then they'll march you, 'enry 'iggins to the wall
And the King will tell me: "Liza, sound the call"
As they lift their rifles higher I'll shout:
"Ready! Aim! Fire!"
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Down you'll go, 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait
You'll be sorry, but your tears'll be too late
You'll be broke, and I'll have money
Will I help you? Don't be funny
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, till you're sick
And you screams to fetch a doctor double-quick
I'll be off a second later
And go straight to the the-ater
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait
Ooooh 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea
Ooooh 'enry 'iggins
And you get a cramp a little ways from me
When you yell you're going to drown
I'll get dressed and go to town
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait
One day I'll be famous I'll be proper and prim
Go to St. James so often
I will call it St. Jim
One evening the king will say
"Oh, Liza, old thing, I want all of England your praises to sing"
Next week on the twentieth of May
I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day!
All the people will celebrate the glory of you
And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do."
"Thanks a lot, King" says I, in a manner well-bred
"But all I want is 'enry 'iggins 'ead"
"Done," says the King with a stroke
"Guard, run and bring in the bloke"
Then they'll march you, 'enry 'iggins to the wall
And the King will tell me: "Liza, sound the call"
As they lift their rifles higher I'll shout:
"Ready! Aim! Fire!"
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins
Down you'll go, 'enry 'iggins
Just you wait
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Writer(s): Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
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