Paul Nicholas, The Superstar Choir & The Sylvia Young Theatre School Choir -
Jesus Christ Superstar (20th Anniversary London Cast Recording (1992))
The Temple
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Name your price - I got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Name your price - I got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town-
My temple should be a house of prayer
But you have made it a den of thieves!
Get out!
Get out!
My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all, I've tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Seems like thirty
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See my eyes, I can hardly see (There's too-)
See me stand, I can hardly walk (There's too many of you!)
I believe you can make me whole (Don't push me)
See my tongue, I can hardly talk (Don't push me)
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood (There's too little of me)
See my legs, I can hardly stand (Don't -)
I believe you can make me well (Don't crowd me)
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man (Don't crowd me!)
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ? (Ahh!)
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
Heal yourselves!
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Name your price - I got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Name your price - I got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick from the finest wines
Lay your bets on this mat of mine
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town-
My temple should be a house of prayer
But you have made it a den of thieves!
Get out!
Get out!
My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all, I've tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Seems like thirty
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See my eyes, I can hardly see (There's too-)
See me stand, I can hardly walk (There's too many of you!)
I believe you can make me whole (Don't push me)
See my tongue, I can hardly talk (Don't push me)
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood (There's too little of me)
See my legs, I can hardly stand (Don't -)
I believe you can make me well (Don't crowd me)
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man (Don't crowd me!)
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ? (Ahh!)
Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
Heal yourselves!
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Alicia Serrat
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