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Musical: Caroline, or Change
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ROSE Hello pa! It’s long distance, it’s your brand new southern daughter, it’s Rose! Oh everything’s fine here, I suppose. How’s the Hudson River? I’m fine, just fine, I’m learning the lingo: magnolia, camellia, azalea, ya’ll. The temple—get this—has Sunday night bingo— just like the goyim. Oy. A long distance call! So much to tell. The boy still hates me. (I really shouldn’t be talking so loud). He leaves money in his pockets, and that really grates me, I tell him and tell him it’s not allowed, just shucking your laundry— you hear that? “Shuck!” I’m a southerner already—on to the floor; take the money out first, God know we’re not poor, but show respect for your father. He worked hard for that buck— well, no, not a whole buck, he’s a boy, but loose change. Quarters. Those add up. The negro maid, she’s making bupkes, how does that look, leaving change in his pockets? Indifferent to money, the kid’s a little funny, spoiled and quiet – sad, I guess. I’m on a diet. I bought a new dress. Stu’s giving lessons, playing, doing fine: the work is steady. he still misses Betty. I don’t mind. I miss her too. She was my best friend. I miss the city. I miss the old crowd. What? Because we haven’t got— We can’t give her a raise! Pa! Pa! We aren’t rich, we’re just plain folk, we’ve only got bupkes ourselves— we’re broke. Typical, you obsess about the maid while your daughter’s miserable. No, not miserable I never said— Well, it’s not what I meant. I’m just not… Just not… A hundred percent. It’s very hot, and very damp, and out in the back yard there’s a little swamp. Full of noisy frogs. Last night I cried. I miss you, pa. I miss the Upper West Side. [Thanks to Michael for lyrics] Back to main page: Caroline, or Change Lyrics
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