Sufficiently Decayed

So I've had this song stuck in my head all day; and as I see it, the best way to rid myself of it is to, that's right, blog about it. Or not so much blog about it as simply put up the lyrics. Though it's worth mentioning that the version with Eric Idle (as pictured above) is quite amusing. OK. So this is a complete cop-out of a post. Shut up. I'll write about interesting things again this summer. Maybe. We'll see. Read the lyrics. Gah.

Katisha: There is beauty in the bellow of the blast, There is grandeur in the growling of the gale, There is eloquent outpouring When the lion is a-roaring, And the tiger is a-lashing of his tail!

Ko-Ko:

Yes, I like to see a tiger From the Congo or the Niger, And especially when lashing of his tail!

Katisha:

Volcanoes have a splendour that is grim, And earthquakes only terrify the dolts, But to him who's scientific There's nothing that's terrific In the falling of a flight of thunderbolts!

Ko-Ko:

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, If I have a little weakness, It's a passion for a flight of thunderbolts!

Both:

If that is so, Sing derry down derry! It's evident, very, Our tastes are one. Away we'll go, And merrily marry, Nor tardily tarry Till day is done!

Ko-Ko:

There is beauty in extreme old age — Do you fancy you are elderly enough? Information I'm requesting On a subject interesting: Is a maiden all the better when she's tough?

Katisha:

Throughout this wide dominion It's the general opinion That she'll last a good deal longer when she's tough.

Ko-Ko:

Are you old enough to marry, do you think? Won't you wait till you are eighty in the shade? There's a fascination frantic In a ruin that's romantic; Do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

Katisha:

To the matter that you mention I have given some attention, And I think I am sufficiently decayed.

Both:
If that is so,
Sing derry down derry!
It's evident, very,
Our tastes are one.
Away we'll go,
And merrily marry,
Nor tardily tarry
Till day is done!

If that is so,
Sing derry down derry!
It's evident, very,
Our tastes are one.
Away we'll go,
And merrily marry,
Nor tardily tarry
Till day is done!

Sing derry down derry!
We'll merrily marry,
Nor tardily tarry
Till day is done!