Trudy Stevens-歌词

Mad Dogs And Englishmen - Danny Kaye/The Andrews Sisters/Trudy Stevens

Written by：Noel Coward

In tropical climes there are certain times of day

When all the citizens retire to take their clothes off and perspire

It's one of those rules the greatest fools obey

Because the sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry violet

Rays

The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts

Because they're obviously definitely 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 till one

But englishmen detest a siesta

In the philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the

Glare

In the malay states there are hats like plates which the britishers

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 topi on a

Tree

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 a jungle town where

The sun beats down to the rage of man and 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

Out in the midday

Out in the midday sun