The Glory of Me Lyrics
The Glory of Me
Darryl:My God. Look at me. No, really; look at me. I’m a goddamned saint. Underappreciated in that larger world, mayhaps, but big fucking deal. If it takes another generation or two, so be it. I am a very patient man.
(The Townspeople of Eastwick enter, one by one.)
Darryl:
Who's got this town in hand?
Ed / Darryl:
That would be you, Mr. Van Horne.
Darryl:
Who's striking up the band?
Gina / Greta / Darryl:
Oh, Darryl!
Darryl / Small Group:
Ask all of Eastwick, and they'll agree.
Darryl:
Let the story be told of the glory of me.
Who's headin' off the scale?
Raymond / Darryl:
He is such a man.
Darryl:
The quintessential male.
Marge / Darryl:
Hell, I'd sleep with him.
Darryl / Small Group:
Come on, and tell the tale. Wow-wow-whee.
Let the story be told of the glory of me!
Darryl:
No one I hold as high.
Townspeople:
Nor you should.
Darryl:
As me, myself and I.
Townspeople:
Who's as good?
Darryl:
Sweet Jesus, what a guy.
Townspeople:
Glory be—
Darryl:
Let the story be told of the glory of me.
All:
Shout!
Darryl:
Shout! Shout it out from the harbor.
All:
Say!
Darryl:
Say! Say it all, say it true.
All:
Sing!
Darryl:
Sing! From the bay to the backroads.
Shout it out. Say it out. Sing it out.
Oo-oo-oo.
Let the story be told of the glory of you!
Darryl:
I mean really, children, when you think about it...
Darryl / All:
Who played straight and kept it real?
All:
Who, who, who?
Darryl:
Told the truth and skipped the spiel?
All:
True, true, true.
Darryl:
In each and every way, ideal.
All:
Modest, too.
Let the story be told of the glory of you!
Darryl:
Who breezed in and bagged three dames?
All:
Hey, hey, hey.
Darryl:
Who exposed your small-town games?
All:
Whatchoo say?
Darryl:
Come on, folks, start naming names.
All:
We declare –
Let the story be told of the glory of Darryl Van Horne, Darryl Van Horne!
Darryl:
Stop, I'm blushing. (Dance break.)
All:
Once again—
Let the story be told of this man among men,
Among men, among men, among men, amen—
All / Darryl:
Shout! Shout it out from the harbor. Say!
Say it all, say it true.
Sing! From the bay to the backroads.
Shout it out, say it out, sing it out... (etc.)
Darryl / All:
One mo' time! Take it home!
Who's got all the basics down night to morn?
Who knows how to wear that crown? D.V. Horne.
Spare the egrets; spoil the town through and through.
Let the story be told of the glory of you!
All:
Who set out to seize that day? Who would dare?
Found his kingdom come what may? Where, where, where?
Right here in Narragansett Bay. Hallelu!
Let the story be told of the glory of you! The glory, the glory—
Darryl:
The glory of me! (etc.)
All:
Shout it out, say it out, sing it out... (etc.)
Let the story be told of the glory of you!
Darryl:
It's all right here to see:
The wonder,
The power,
The glory of me!