On the Town: Act I: Carried Away

CLAIRE:
Modern man, what is it?
Just a collection of complexes
and neurotic impulses
that occasionally break through
OZZIE:
You mean sometimes you blow your top, like me?
CLAIRE:
I do.
I try hard to stay controlled
But I get carried away,
Try to act aloof and cold,
But I get carried away.
OZZIE &CLAIRE:
Carried away, carried away,
You/I get carried, just carried away!
CLAIRE:
When I sit and listen to a symphony
Why can’t I just say the music’s grand?
Why must I leap upon the stage hysterically?
They’re playing pizzicato,
And everything goes blotto,
I grab the maestro’s stick and start in leading the band!
OZZIE &CLAIRE:
Carried away, carried away,
You/I get carried, just carried away!
OZZIE:
And when I go to see a moving picture show,
And I’m watching actors in a scene,
I start to think what’s happening is really so.
The girl, I must protect her.
The villain don’t respect her.
I leap to her defense and knock a hole right through the screen!
CLAIRE &OZZIE:
Carried away, carried away,
You/I get carried, just carried away!
OZZIE:
I try hard to keep detached,
But I get carried away.
Try to act less booby-hatched,
But I get carried away.
CLAIRE &OZZIE:
Carried away, carried away,
You/I get carried, just carried away!
OZZIE:
When shopping I’m a sucker for a bargain sale.
If something is marked down upon a shelf,
My sense of what is practical begins to fail;
I buy one, then another,
Another, then another,
I buy the whole store out and I’m in business for myself!
CLAIRE &OZZIE:
Carried away, carried away,
You/I get carried, just carried away!
CLAIRE:
And when I go to see my friends off on a train,
Golly, how I hate to see them go.
For then my love of travelling I can’t restrain.
The time has come for parting,
The train’s already starting,
I hop a freight and in a flash I’m off to Buffalo!
We get carried, just carried a — way!
OZZIE:
Carried away, carried away,
We get carried, just carried a — way!