Anything else, Doctor?
Let me have some butter
I'm tired of margarine
Oh! And I'll take a bottle of brandy
I have some friends coming over
Including the shoes, that will be fifty-three marks and four pennies
Put it on my account
You don't have an account!
Well, then
I'd like to open one
Yellow shoes
Think of me wearing my yellow shoes
Got me a pair of those yellow shoes
Finally feeling (How do they fit?)
Like a glove!
It's amazing, what such simple things can do for the spirit!
But! It's not the fit, Mrs. Shell
It's how they make me feel!
Yellow shoes
Look at me wearing my yellow shoes
Got me a pair of those yellow shoes
Finally feeling secure
Thank you, God
Now that you know that I'm so well-shod
Don't you agree that it's really odd
Folks used to think I was poor?
Ottillie, you know your father won't let you have those!
Everybody else is wearing them!
Why shouldn't I?
I need some Cuban cigars
And I'll take six yards of that good French silk!
I'll take all your Russian vodka
How are you paying?
Like everyone else
On credit!
If - and there is no way, in heaven or on earth, we would ever
Agree to Madame Zachanassian's absurd proposal -
If- if - there was some way we could agree to her conditions
Without compromising ourselves...
A vote of moral censure, for example
What is it, Anton?
You're going to kill me, aren't you?
Did I say that?
Did anyone say that?
We're merely trying to come up with a solution that is
Acceptable to all the parties involved!
I am the only party involved
I wish it were that simple!
We need a new hospital
We need a new school
I want to see your shoes
Yellow shoes
Look at me wearing my yellow shoes
I have my answer (Got me a pair of those yellow shoes)
Finally feeling secure
It's not what you're thinking!
Thank You, God
Now that you know that I'm so well-shod
Don't you agree that it's really odd
Folks used to think I was poor?
People who call themselves the elite
Are people who take good care of their feet
So I'm strolling
Yellow shoes
Light as a feather in yellow shoes
Hell-bent for leather, they keep out the damp
Say, I'm no tramp
I walk like a champ
In yellow shoes
You too, Tilde?
Why shouldn't I look pretty, like everyone else?
And your children
Have you thought of them?
There's a train in just a few minutes
If I don't stay, I'm no longer a temptation for the others
To do something dreadful
Something they'll regret for the rest of their lives
Why didn't you say something, Tilde?
Good-bye, Anton
If I get away, she won't pay up. You understand
When I go
The story ends
All of the landed gentry'll see
Will send out an invitation to me
Come to my party!
Yellow shoes
Don't I look smart in my yellow shoes?
State-of-the-art and forever in style
I'd walk a mile
Wearing a smile
Wearing a smile
Wearing a smile
Wearing a smile
In yellow shoes
Let me pass!
Let me through!
You said you were with me, Frederich
I am, Anton
But I think the time has come for you to leave
Before we can no longer resist our baser impulses!
Police DeHanke, I insist you make them
Clear away from me!
Everyone, back
Make way for Anton Shell to catch his train
What's keeping you now?
She is
She is!
Yellow shoes
Look at me wearing my yellow shoes
Got me a pair of those yellow shoes
Look at me wearing my yellow shoes
Got me a pair of those yellow shoes
Look at me wearing my yellow shoes
Got a me a pair of those yellow shoes
Yellow shoes
Yellow shoes
Yellow shoes
Yellow shoes
Yellow shoes
Yellow shoes
Yellow shoes