Original Broadway Cast of Groundhog Day, Barrett Doss , Andy Karl - Day One lyrics
[Original Broadway Cast of Groundhog Day, Barrett Doss , Andy Karl - Day One lyrics]
Who is that? Who is that?
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we
Won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows
Springer of the spring come on
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both
But not quite either!
That's right, woodchuck-chuckers, it's
Groundhog Day!
We're here live from Gobbler's Knob
Talking about everything! Weather
Predictions
Temperature
The weather
It's just nuts!
Totally wacky!
That's our town on February 2nd
I mean what could be crazier
Than groundhogs in February?
Good morning, this is your wake up call
Nothing! But we love it
Thank you
Love it! I loves me sound groundhog
Happy Groundhog Day
Yeah, happy Groundhog Day
By the way, that's a great hat you're wearing
Thanks! I made it myself!
Lumpy bed, ugly curtains pointless erection
Now, is that supposed to be a hollow log?
On my head!
I hope it's warm enough
Yes, it's very important to wear a warm hat
You know, there's talk of a blizzard
Well, it's cold enough
How cold would you say it is?
Oh, I'm no good at science
Dried flowers, damp towels no reception
Doesn't matter how cold it is
It's how cold you feel
You know, you lose up to eighty percent of
Your body heat through your head?
True fact! I learned that in high school
Small towns, tiny minds
Big mouths, small ideas
Gooooo Chucks!
Shallow talk, deep snow
Cold fronts, big rears
Let's change the subject now
How cold was it last year?
In degrees?
I heard they don't even use degrees in Europe
That's a good point
Great point
Lotta mysteries out there
Yeah, stuff we just don't understand no
Matter how much we read
One bar, one store, one clock
The great mysteries of the universe
One diner, one bank, one cop
Mysterious things but right now
The question on everyone's lips
Chapped lips
Do you think Phil will see
His shadow? What's your prediction?
I mean, what's not to like in a
Quaint little place like this?
Who doesn't dig a crocheted
Pillowcase like this?
Watercolors of bucolic vistas
Painted by octogenarian spinsters
And all of the people just getting together
For relentless analysis of the weather
Their dumb superstitions and vacuous chat
I'm sure there was a pack
Of Xanax in this jacket
You couldn't pay me to stay
Here one more night
Swear that there is no check
You could write that might
Tempt me to stay and wake
Up in the morning in
Punxsutawney
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA
And small don't come much smaller than
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA
And small don't come much smaller than
Punxsutawney pennsylvania
USA ahh ahh ahh ahh
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
I've not a bad word to say
About small towns per se
They're nice for an hour or at a stretch
Half a day and they're perfect for a
Stop-off on your way
On your way to somewhere else
Pretty much anywhere else
And I've no qualm at all
With your small-town people
I admire their balls
Getting out of bed at all
To face another day in a shit-hole this small
All haystacks and horses where there
Should be golf courses
And one bar, one store, one clock
One diner, one bank, one cop
How can they bear it
To live in a place like this?
Separate from the whole human race like this?
One little store selling plaid
Shirts and rakes
And it's huntin' and fishin'
And half-pounder steaks
And if I have a hope of
A better career than this
This is the last time I'm broadcasting here
Jesus i have been forecasting too many years
To be talking to hicks about magical beavers
When I'm done, gonna call up the station
And tell them I'm through with this crap
And never again will I wake in the morning in
Punxsutawney is a little town
With a heart as big as any town
As any small town in the USA
And there is no town greater than
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
Tomorrow I'll wake and I'll
Call up the station
And tell them I'm not coming back
And never again will I wake in the morning in
Every morning I wake to the dawning of
Never again will I wake in the morning in
Punxsutawney
Is a little town
With a heart as big as any town
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA and there is no town smaller
Punxsutawney on Groundhog
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA
And there is no town smaller than
Punxsutawney on punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on
As any small town in the USA
There is no town greater than punxsutawney
A heart as big as any town as any small town
In the USA and there is no town greater than
Punxsutawney on punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on groundhog
Day!
Who is that? Who is that?
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we
Won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows springer of the spring
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either!
All the meteorologists
The world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know
If we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil!
Every year for a hundred years
We've bent our heads and lent our ears
To listen to his famed prognostication
Lucky for you, I speak with ease
Both English and Groundhog-ese
Please stand-by for imminent translation
This brown log contain-eth
One groundhog, the famous
Phillip of Punxsutawney
Gifted sniffer of future mornings
The finest specimen you will find
Of Rodentia: Sciuridae
Our own uncanny whistle-pig
The ground-est hog that ever lived
A hundred years and he is still
The pride of Punxsutawney the prophet of PA
Prognosticatin' Punxsutawney Phil
Who is that? Who is that?
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we
Won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows springer of the spring
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either
All the meteorologists
The world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know
If we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil!
Punxsutawney Phil, seer of seers
Prognosticator of prognosticators
Has declared in Groundhog-ese
That he did indeed see his shadow
Six more weeks of winter!
Awwwww yaaay!
All the meteorologists
The world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know
If we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from Punxsutawney Phil
February 2nd first remote broadcast
GHD in Punx, PA
Unexpected weather
Seems we're staying here for another night
Which is kinda fine it's a sweet town and
People are kind and
The bartender's kind of hot
Hopefully, tomorrow
The roads will be cleared and we can go home
Working with Phil Connors
They all told me he would be an asshole
And he is
Luckily he's funny-ish
Tomorrow spring will come, and then
There will be blue skies, my friend
Tomorrow there will be sun
And if not tomorrow
Perhaps the day aaaaaa-
Tomorrow, spring will come, and then
There will be blue skies, my friend
Bright eyes and laughter
Tomorrow, there will be sun
But, if not tomorrow perhaps the day aaaaa-
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we
Won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows
Springer of the spring come on
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both
But not quite either!
That's right, woodchuck-chuckers, it's
Groundhog Day!
We're here live from Gobbler's Knob
Talking about everything! Weather
Predictions
Temperature
The weather
It's just nuts!
Totally wacky!
That's our town on February 2nd
I mean what could be crazier
Than groundhogs in February?
Good morning, this is your wake up call
Nothing! But we love it
Thank you
Love it! I loves me sound groundhog
Happy Groundhog Day
Yeah, happy Groundhog Day
By the way, that's a great hat you're wearing
Thanks! I made it myself!
Lumpy bed, ugly curtains pointless erection
Now, is that supposed to be a hollow log?
On my head!
I hope it's warm enough
Yes, it's very important to wear a warm hat
You know, there's talk of a blizzard
Well, it's cold enough
How cold would you say it is?
Oh, I'm no good at science
Dried flowers, damp towels no reception
Doesn't matter how cold it is
It's how cold you feel
You know, you lose up to eighty percent of
Your body heat through your head?
True fact! I learned that in high school
Small towns, tiny minds
Big mouths, small ideas
Gooooo Chucks!
Shallow talk, deep snow
Cold fronts, big rears
Let's change the subject now
How cold was it last year?
In degrees?
I heard they don't even use degrees in Europe
That's a good point
Great point
Lotta mysteries out there
Yeah, stuff we just don't understand no
Matter how much we read
One bar, one store, one clock
The great mysteries of the universe
One diner, one bank, one cop
Mysterious things but right now
The question on everyone's lips
Chapped lips
Do you think Phil will see
His shadow? What's your prediction?
I mean, what's not to like in a
Quaint little place like this?
Who doesn't dig a crocheted
Pillowcase like this?
Watercolors of bucolic vistas
Painted by octogenarian spinsters
And all of the people just getting together
For relentless analysis of the weather
Their dumb superstitions and vacuous chat
I'm sure there was a pack
Of Xanax in this jacket
You couldn't pay me to stay
Here one more night
Swear that there is no check
You could write that might
Tempt me to stay and wake
Up in the morning in
Punxsutawney
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA
And small don't come much smaller than
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA
And small don't come much smaller than
Punxsutawney pennsylvania
USA ahh ahh ahh ahh
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
I've not a bad word to say
About small towns per se
They're nice for an hour or at a stretch
Half a day and they're perfect for a
Stop-off on your way
On your way to somewhere else
Pretty much anywhere else
And I've no qualm at all
With your small-town people
I admire their balls
Getting out of bed at all
To face another day in a shit-hole this small
All haystacks and horses where there
Should be golf courses
And one bar, one store, one clock
One diner, one bank, one cop
How can they bear it
To live in a place like this?
Separate from the whole human race like this?
One little store selling plaid
Shirts and rakes
And it's huntin' and fishin'
And half-pounder steaks
And if I have a hope of
A better career than this
This is the last time I'm broadcasting here
Jesus i have been forecasting too many years
To be talking to hicks about magical beavers
When I'm done, gonna call up the station
And tell them I'm through with this crap
And never again will I wake in the morning in
Punxsutawney is a little town
With a heart as big as any town
As any small town in the USA
And there is no town greater than
Punxsutawney on Groundhog Day
Tomorrow I'll wake and I'll
Call up the station
And tell them I'm not coming back
And never again will I wake in the morning in
Every morning I wake to the dawning of
Never again will I wake in the morning in
Punxsutawney
Is a little town
With a heart as big as any town
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA and there is no town smaller
Punxsutawney on Groundhog
There's nothing more depressing than
Small Town USA
And there is no town smaller than
Punxsutawney on punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on
As any small town in the USA
There is no town greater than punxsutawney
A heart as big as any town as any small town
In the USA and there is no town greater than
Punxsutawney on punxsutawney on
Punxsutawney on groundhog
Day!
Who is that? Who is that?
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we
Won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows springer of the spring
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either!
All the meteorologists
The world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know
If we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil!
Every year for a hundred years
We've bent our heads and lent our ears
To listen to his famed prognostication
Lucky for you, I speak with ease
Both English and Groundhog-ese
Please stand-by for imminent translation
This brown log contain-eth
One groundhog, the famous
Phillip of Punxsutawney
Gifted sniffer of future mornings
The finest specimen you will find
Of Rodentia: Sciuridae
Our own uncanny whistle-pig
The ground-est hog that ever lived
A hundred years and he is still
The pride of Punxsutawney the prophet of PA
Prognosticatin' Punxsutawney Phil
Who is that? Who is that?
Emerging from his burrow?
Who can see today what we
Won't see until tomorrow?
Shaman of the shadows springer of the spring
Is it a squirrel? Is it a beaver?
Kinda both but not quite either
All the meteorologists
The world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know
If we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil!
Punxsutawney Phil, seer of seers
Prognosticator of prognosticators
Has declared in Groundhog-ese
That he did indeed see his shadow
Six more weeks of winter!
Awwwww yaaay!
All the meteorologists
The world has ever known
Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill
We can guess but we won't know
If we should dress for sun or snow
Until we hear it from Punxsutawney Phil
February 2nd first remote broadcast
GHD in Punx, PA
Unexpected weather
Seems we're staying here for another night
Which is kinda fine it's a sweet town and
People are kind and
The bartender's kind of hot
Hopefully, tomorrow
The roads will be cleared and we can go home
Working with Phil Connors
They all told me he would be an asshole
And he is
Luckily he's funny-ish
Tomorrow spring will come, and then
There will be blue skies, my friend
Tomorrow there will be sun
And if not tomorrow
Perhaps the day aaaaaa-
Tomorrow, spring will come, and then
There will be blue skies, my friend
Bright eyes and laughter
Tomorrow, there will be sun
But, if not tomorrow perhaps the day aaaaa-