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Mad Dogs And Englishmen - Noel Coward
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
To tear their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey
Because the sun is much too sultry and one must avoid
Its ultra violet ray
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously absolutely nuts
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to the Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindus and argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines there are lovely screens
To protect you from the glare
In the Malay states there are hats like plates
Which the bruisers won't wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon and
No further work is done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise for the eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete
They're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he will
Impale his solar tepee on a tree
It seems such a shame the English claim the earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun
They put their scotch or rye down and lie down
In the jungle town where the sun beats down
To the rage of man or beast
The English garb of the English
Sahib merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit
In Hong Kong they strike a gong
And fire off a noonday gun
To reprimand each inmate who's in late
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
There is peace from twelve till two
Even caribous lie down and snooze
For there's nothing else to do
In Bengal to move at all is seldom if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday sun