Genteel
A man for whom you have no zeal
Approaches you to dance the reel
His skin looks like an orange peel
His handshake makes your blood congeal
Now, do you shriek or squawk or squeal?
Oh no, you say, 'The reel? Ideal'
To be genteel
(To be genteel)
You must conceal
(I must conceal)
And not reveal
(And not reveal)
The way you feel
(The way I feel)
It's not the style
(It's not the style)
To smile or frown
(To smile or frown)
The nose is up
(The nose is up)
The eyes cast down
(The eyes cast down)
Before the Ball, there'll be a meal
They'll pass the bread - you'll take the heel
Though overcooked, you'll eat the veal
You'll also taste the pickled eel
Then clap your hands like some trained seal
And tell the king, 'The meal? Ideal'
To be genteel, you must conceal
And not reveal the way you feel
To flush or blush, one can't afford
So learn the art of looking bored
To show any kind of feeling is distinctly out of fashion
And only in rare instances, may one exhibit passion
You may show some slight excitement
At the opera or a fox-hunt
But you may not show emotion
At the death of your pet daschund
At a funeral or wedding,
At High Mass or at high tea
Concealing, not revealing,
What you're feeling is the key
When I'm so mad that I could spit,
I must pretend the opposite
I mustn't frown
I mustn't smile
To feel at all is out of style
I mustn't cry
I mustn't laugh
A giggle is a dreadful gaffe
To be genteel sounds just a bit
Like being just a hypocrite
To be genteel, you must conceal
(Then I don't want to be genteel)
And not reveal the way you feel
(It's much too much of an ordeal)
You have to bow and scrape and kneel
You have to keep an even keel
You have to smell of chamomile
And imitate an imbecile
I wasn't meant -
(Just do your best)
I wasn't meant -
(You'll pass the test)
I wasn't meant to be genteel!
Performed by Puss (Christopher Walken), Corin (Jason Connery; Singing Voice provided by Nick Curtis), Lady Clara (Elki Jacobs) & Princess Vera (Carmela Marner)
Lyrics by Anne Cromwell
Music by Michael Abbott
