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One September 23, 2008

Posted by gregquill in Uncategorized.
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(Thanks to Sandy at Writing in Faith for the inspiration!)

[Boys]
One

Singular sensation
Every little step he takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that he makes.
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.
One moment in his presence
And you can forget the rest.
For the guy is second best
To none,
Son.
Ooooh! Sigh! Give him your attention.
Do…I…really have to mention?
He’s the One?
She walks into a room
And you know

[Girls]
She’s un-
Commonly rare, very unique,
Peripatetic, poetic and chic.

[All]
She walks into a room
And you know from her
Maddening pose, effortless whirl,
She’s the special girl.
Stroll-ing,
Can’t, help,
All of her qualities extol-ling.
Loaded with charisma is my
Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler.
She walks into a room
And you know you must
Shuffle along, join the parade.
She’s the quintessence of making the grade.
This is whatcha call
Trav-ling.
Oh, strut your stuff!
Can’t get enough
Of her.
Love her.
I’m a son of a gun,
She is one of a
Kind…
[Boys & Girls parts simultaneously]
[Boys]
One singular sensation
Every little step she takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that she makes.
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.

One moment in her presence
And you can forget the rest.
For the girl is second best
To none,
Son.
Ooooh! Sigh! Give her your attention.
Do…I…really have to mention?
She’s the One?

[Girls]
She walks into a room
And you know from her
Maddening pose, effortless whirl,
She’s the special girl.
Stroll-ing,
Can’t, help,
All of her qualities extol-ling.
Loaded with charisma is my
Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler.
She walks into a room
And you know you must
Shuffle along, join the parade.
She’s the quintessence of making the grade.
This is whatcha call
Trav-ling.
Oh, strut your stuff!
Can’t get enough
Of her.
Love her.
I’m a son of a gun,
She is one of a
Kind…
[All]
One singular sensation
Every little step she takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that she makes.
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.
One moment in her presence
And you can forget the rest.
For the girl is second best
To none,
Son.
Ooooh! Sigh! Give her your attention.
Do…I…really have to mention?
She’s the…
She’s the…
She’s the…
One!

[I want to see “Chrous Line” again… NOW!]

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1. gregquill - September 24, 2008

Isn’t it a nice thing to picture, Sandy?

I especially like the hat tricks they do during this number in the movie: they are wearing fedoras, and the actors wipe their brims in unison. Very smart!

Since my trip to Montana in 1956, I have liked to wear cowboy hats (felt, Stetson) in the summer sun. Recently I downloaded a care guide on how to refurbish, shape and clean my two hats. Including a stiffening spray now on order from Amazon!

Then I can be a one-man chorus line… And sing “One”.


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