Gliding Through My Memoree
Gliding Through My Memoree
Lyrics By Oscar Hammerstein II Music By Richard Rodgers
Harvard, a young man who has agreed to make all the costumes in exchange for a features spot, just isn’t cutting it in his sailor number. Wang assumes the role himself and expertly leads the company with charm and finesse.
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“Gliding Through My Memoree” LYRICS
Wang:
I am a vagabond sailor,
All my friends call me “sport.”
I am a fellow for action,
Any storm in a port.
Now that I’m home and I’m resting,
Wang & Quartet:
Home from over the sea,
All of the girls who adored me
Go gliding through my memoree!
Quartet:
They are gliding through his memoree!
Wang (with Quartet):
A sweet colleen from Ireland,
Her hair was fiery red,
Her eyes gave out a green light
That said I could go ahead.
I met a girl in Sweden
Of whom I grew quite fond,
A stately Scandinavian type,
A buxom, blue-eyed blonde.
And then, in merry England,
A girl who worshipped me,
Gliding through my memoree—
That’s how I see them,
Gliding through my memoree!
Quartet:
Hey sport, there are many more girls.
Wang (with Quartet):
In sunny Barcelona,
A dancing chick I picked.
Her castanets were clicking
Like nothing ever clicked!
A very friendly ma’mselle
In oo-la-la Paree
She was a girl who couldn’t say
Anything but oui!
’Twas fun to cast an anchor
In lovely Casablanker.
I loved a Grecian doll and
Another doll in Holland,
But of all the girls in every hemisphere,
There is no one like the girl I have right here—
Right here on…
All:
Grant Avenue, San Francisco,
California, U.S.A.
Wang:
Yes, Grant Avenue.
Where is that?
All:
San Francisco!
Wang:
That’s where’s that!
All:
California, U.S.A!
"Gliding Through My Memoree" (Rodgers/Hammerstein)
© 1958, Copyright Renewed, Williamson Music Company (ASCAP) c/o Concord Music Publishing.
All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.