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"Ha ha, we, my friends, the day we have waited for may be at hand" |
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"Oh, if only that were true, Lumiere" |
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"Aah, human again" |
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"Human again" |
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"Yes, think what that means" |
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I'll be cooking again, be good-looking again |
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With a mademoiselle on each arm |
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When I'm human again, only human again |
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Poised and polished and gleaming with charm |
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I'll be courting again, chic and sporting again |
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Which should cause several husband's alarm |
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I'll hop down off the shelf and toute suite be myself |
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I can't wait to be human again |
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When we're human again, only human again |
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When we're knickknacks and whatnot's no more |
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Little push, little shove, they could, whoosh fall in love |
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Ah, Cherie, won't it all be top-drawer? |
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I'll wear lipstick and rouge and I won't be so huge |
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Why, I'll easily fit through that door |
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I'll exude savior-faire, I'll wear gowns, I'll have hair |
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It's my prayer to be human again |
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When I'm human again, only human again |
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When the world once more starts making sense |
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I'll unwind for a change, really? That'd be strange |
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Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense? |
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In a shack by the sea, I'll sit back sipping tea |
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Let my early retirement commence |
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Far from fools made of wax, I'll get down to brass tacks and relax |
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When I'm human again |
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So sweep the dust from the floor |
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Let's let some light in the room |
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I can feel, I can tell |
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Someone might break the spell any day now |
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Shine up the brass on the door |
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Alert the dustpail and broom |
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If we all goes as planned |
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Our time may be at hand any day now |
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Open the shutters and let in some air |
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Put these here and put those over there |
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Sweep up the years of sadness and tears |
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And throw them away |
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When Guinevere heard that Arthur was slain |
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She stole away to a convent |
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And no one could ever make her smile again |
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The end |
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"What a beautiful story!" |
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"Oh, I knew you would like it" |
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"I would like to ask you for something" |
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"What's that?" |
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"A second chance" |
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"Would you have dinner with me tonight?" |
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"Dinner? Me? With you?" |
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"Well, that would be, I mean, oh, yes" |
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When we're human again, only human again |
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When the girl finally sets us all free |
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Cheeks a-bloomin' again, we're assumin' again |
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We'll resume our long lost joie de vivre |
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We'll be playin' again, holiday' again |
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And we're prayin' it's A S A P |
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When we cast off this pall |
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We'll stand straight, we'll walk tall |
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When we're all that we were |
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Thanks to him, thanks to her |
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Coming closer and closer and closer |
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We'll be dancing again, we'll be twirling again |
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We'll be whirling around with such ease |
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When we're human again, only human again |
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We'll go waltzing those old one-two-three's |
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We'll be floating again, we'll be gliding again |
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Stepping, striding as fine as you please |
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Like the real human does, I'll be all that I was |
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On that glorious morn' when we're finally reborn |
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And we're all of us human again |
