Falsettoland / About Time Lyrics > Falsettoland

MENDEL:
Homosexuals.
Women with children.
Short insomniacs.
And a teeny tiny band.

Come, right in,
the welcome mat is on the floor,
Let's, begin,
this story needs an ending.

Homosexual.
Father with children.
One bar mitzfah that
is scrupulously planned.

ALL:
Lover's come and lover's go,
Lover's fight and sing fortissimo,
Give these handsome boys a hand,
Welcome to Falsetto-land.

TRINA and JASON:
Fancy families

DR. CHARLOTTE:
Women internists

CORDELIA:
Kosher caterers

WOMEN:
Who are trying to expand

ALL:
Everybody on his mark,

WOMEN:
Congregate at Central Park

MEN:
Pretty boys are in demand

ALL:
Welcome to Falsetto-land.
WHEE!
WHOO!
What a world we live in!
WHEE!
WHOO!
What a world we live in!

MARVIN:
It's about time, don't ya think?
It's about time to grow up, don't ya think?
It's about time to grow up and face the music.
It's about time.

I had a wife,
I had a lover,
He ran for cover, she I divorced.
I got hissed when I cracked my lover on the wrist,
She got pissed and ran off with my psychiatrist.
So I don't have a psychiatrist,
Except on the Jewish holidays but I still have my son on the weekends.
Just on the weekends,
And some very good friends.
But I don't have a lover anymore,
Oh my God.
When am I gonna get over this.
When am I gonna get over this.
When am I gonna get over this.

ALL except MARVIN:
Homosexuals.

TRINA:
Women with children.

ALL:
Ex-Ex Lovers,

MENDEL:
And a teeny tiny band.

ALL:
Welcome to Falsettoland

MENDEL:
Psycho-analysts

JASON:
Child insomniacs

ALL:
Welcome to Falsettoland
Liberal Democrats

DR. CHARLOTTE and CORDELIA:
Spiky lesbians

ALL:
Welcome to Falsettoland

WHIZZER and CORDELIA:
Kosher caterers

add MENDEL and JASON:
short insomniacs
Hypochondriacs

add ALL:
Yiddish Americans
crazy families
radiologists
intellectuals
nervous wrecks!
ah.
AH!
Welcome to Falsetto-land

MARVIN:
It's about time, don't ya think.
It's about time to grow up, don't ya think.
It's about time to grow up and face the music.
It's about time.
One day I'd like to be,
As mature as my son, who's twelve and a half.
And this tall!
That's all I'd like to be.
It's about growing up, getting older, living on a lover's shoulder.
Learning love is not a crime.
It's about time.
It's about time.
It's about time.
It's about-

[Thanks to David Martinez for lyrics]
Last Update: June, 10th 2013