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-