Florence it's a Lovely Morning Narrator: Florence, it's a lovely morning Florence, shall you work this morning? Florence, if you don't this morning You never will do it, dear! Florence, you would rather wander Florence, it's a living wonder That your house is not now under A great big cloud of dust, dust dust Clean it up you must, must, must. Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the fairest one of all? Not that you should care at all Being fair's not worth a jot Be content with what you've got What you've got is quite a lot. Florence, it's a lovely morning Florence, shall you work this morning? Florence, if you don't this morning You will never do it, dear! Florence, will you come back here? There's none so deaf as will not hear Now she's gone for good, I fear Dylan's Lullaby Dylan: In this life, little cat There are few pleasures that Give the same lift Have the same gift As getting into a big soft bed Buxton: Oh, oh that looks very comfy, ta. I shall sleep like a baby, don't bother to wake me. Dylan: Forgive me, man, if I just say that I would rather it be me than you in the hay. Buxton: Thank you, and good night. Buxton's King Song Buxton: I am king of everything that I survey I am king and no-one here can say me nay I am king, the bluest king in all the world All the world, even Bognor and Crewe. I am king, and everyone had best watch out I am king and liable to throw a clout At anyone who gets across my path Cross my path, even armies and you. I am king and everything I do is bad I am king, the wickedest you've ever had I am king and anything that doesn't please Gets the chop or gets thrown in the stew. Soldiers: He's the king, the wickedest one we've ever had He's the king, the bluest one we've ever had He's the king, the cattiest one we've ever had He's the king, he's the king, he's the king. (piano solo) Buxton: I'm the king, by cleverness I got the job I'm the king, I've every right to thump and rob I'm the king and everything that's red or green Will be dyed, even pansies and rue. I'm the king, it's tiring but rewarding work I'm the king, my duties I will never shirk I'm the king, my reign of terror's just begun So watch out if you're not painted blue. Florence's Prisoner Song Florence: This game is not a good game I can't believe it's happening It must be all a dream. This game is not like my game I'm in the dark and frightened I'm in the dark and lonely It must all be a dream. Shall we ever see the sun again? Shall we ever feel the rain again? Shall we ever play our games again? Or will the games we play end here? (speaks) Oh, Dougal, where are you? I'm sorry, Dougal, I'm sorry It's all my fault, but I thought Everything was all right, like it usually is It's all my fault. (sings) Somehow I know it's my fault I should have trusted no-one My trusting spoiled the game. Next time I'll be more careful Next time I'll look behind me Next time I won't be foolish Next time will be all right. Shall we ever see the sun again? Shall we ever feel the rain again? Shall we ever play our games again? Or will the games we play end here? Or will the games we play end here? Buxton & Dougal's Tango Buxton: We are blue. (sings) My friend and I are blue oo oo. Dougal: We're blue, we're blue, We're blue, we're blue, We're blue, we're blue, We're blue, we're blue, We're blue. Buxton: My friend and I, my friend and I To one another true. Dougal: We're true, we're true, we're true. Buxton: We have a yearning to be evil Dougal: We may be mad, we may be bad, But most of all we're evil. Buxton: He speaks the truth, the lovely lad, But I am worse than he is. Dougal: Yes, he is worse, it's true he's worse, He makes me look quite good Ud ud ud ud ud ud, oh lay! (they dance) Buxton: (do you come here often?) Dougal: Yes, he is is worse, yes he is worse, He makes me look quite good Buxton: Hey... something appears to have come between us. Dougal: My friend the king, my friend the king, Let nothing come between us. Oh no no no no no, oh lay! Final song Narrator: Now the colour game is done Now we know it wasn't true Now the colours all have won Now we're anything but blue. No adventure should be in vain May we all meet together again. (speaks) How can it matter where you live Live where you like, they're always there Magic thoughts can always give Magic gardens everywhere.