Lyrics You're So London - Julie Andrews, Carol Burnett

You're So London

Carol: You’re so London, you’re so Kensington Gardens, and I’m so San Antone…
Julie: (spoken) What’s wrong with that?
Carol: You’re so harp strings, you’re so chamber ensemble, and I’m so saxophone.
Julie: (spoken) It’s my favourite instrument.
Carol: You’re so kippers, so caviar, and I’m so liverwurst…
Julie: (spoken) It’s delicious!
Carol: You’re so Shakespeare, so Bernard Shaw, and I’m so Fannie Hurst!
Julie: (spoken) Fannie who?
Carol: You’re so Harpers, you’re so Manchester Guardian, and I’m so Daily News.
Julie: (spoken) Come on now…
Carol: You’re so white pumps, you’re so pink satin slippers, and I’m so army
shoes!
Wherever you go, you belong…
Julie: Oh Carol, you’re wrong, wrong, wrong…
You’re so hi there, you’re so put-her-there-partner!
and I’m so how d’ya do…
You’re so pogo!
You’re so Pop-eye, and peanuts, and I’m so Winnie-the-Pooh…
You’re root beer!
You’re ginger ale!
And I’m so lemon squash…
You’re so 'oh, hey bud, where’s the ladies room?'
and I’m so 'may I wash???'
You’re so Mermen, you’re so Rosalind Russell, and I’m so Deborah Kerr…
Carol: (spoken) Oh I love her!
Julie: You’re so 4H!
You’re so SPCA!
And I’m oh, so DAR!!!
Wherever you go, you belong…
Carol: No, you’re wrong, wrong, wrong!
You’re so Pall Mall!
You’re so Benson & Hedges!
Julie: (spoken) I don’t smoke!
Carol: And I’m so corn-cob pipe…
Julie: (spoken) You shouldn’t either…
Carol: (spoken) D’you know what it’s like going through life looking like a
corn-cob pipe?
Julie: (spoken) Oh, come on!
You’re coyote!
Carol: (howls)
Julie: You’re prairie dog!
And I’m so birds and bees…
Carol: You’re so dirndls!
You’re so petticoats!
And I’m so PVDs!!!
Face it, Julie, you are HEAVEN!
You know what you are, you’re cotton-candy.
You’re Christmas!
You’re carnivals!
Julie: (spoken) What?
Carol: You’re a little girl in her first prom dress, on her first date,
all dressed up, tripping down the stairs with stars in her eyes!
Julie: You’re hayrides, you’re Halloween!
You’re firecrackers on the fourth of
July!
You’re a little child at his first ball game, waving his pennant in the breeze.
.erm…you're our boys overseas!
Both: So… we'll be partners!
Just like hotdogs and mustard, a twosome,
a duet!
We’ll be buddies, just like Huntley and Brinkley, we’re…
Carol: …Andrews…
Julie: …and Burnett!
Both: Wherever we go we belong, we belong, we belong… together!