Llamas IPajamas

 

Angela:

Who are you?

 

Cedric & Frederick:

We’re Llamas!

 

Angela:

You look like you’re wearing

 

Cedric & Frederick:

Pajamas!

 

Angela:

Where are we?

 

Cedric & Frederick:

Southwest of the Amazon

 

Angela:

It’s hilly

 

Bed:

It’s chilly

 

Angela (to bed)

Is that why they’ve pajamas on?

 

(Dialogue)

 

Cedric & Frederick:

We’re Llamas in pajamas

We wander through the pampas

Wide-awake both night and day

Living on the brink

We never sleep a wink

So we never dreamed that we could get away

 

Cedric:

I want somewhere beachy

 

Frederick:

I agree that might be peachy

But I’d prefer a little stream

 

Cedric:

A stream can have a beach

 

Frederick:

I need pebbles within reach

 

Cedric & Frederick:

Is it possible? Or must we just dream

 

(Dialogue)

 

Cedric & Frederick:

We’re Llamas in Pajamas

Acting out our little dramas

But hey, if we could get away

And leave these awful peaks

Where we haven’t slept in weeks

We could doze and dream until next May

 

Cedric:

I’m hoping that we can go

To some place like Orlando

 

Frederick:

Or somewhere with a babbling brook

 

Cedric:

Or maybe, how ‘bout Reno?

 

Frederick:

What? Who me? No!

I just want to curl up with a book

 

(Dialogue)

 

Angela:

It is, in fact a flying bed

 

Cedric:

Did you hear what she just said?

 

Bed:

I’m even better than a car!

 

Frederick:

Can it travel very far?

 

Bed:

All over the planet

 

Cedric:

Is it difficult to man it?

 

Angela:

Well, it’s hard to say

We tend to lose our way

 

Cedric (sotto voce):

I’m hatching a plan – to steal it!

 

Frederick:

I’m catching you, man, I feel it

 

Cedric:

Fred, grab the wheel!

 

Cedric & Frederick:

Oh, look, a flying Seal!!

 

Cedric & Frederick:

     Bed:

We not your mama’s llamas

     Easy there, feller

Don’t be fooled by our pajamas

     Let go of my propeller

We’ll fly from here to Paris, France 

     Not a chance!

We’ll find better quarters

     Angie, take my wing

Beyond these pesky borders

     And don’t worry ‘bout a thing

We won’t give this place another glance

     Get ready for a chase, smarty-pants!

 

We’re poor llamas in Pajamas

     Angela: That was scary

 

Stuck here among the pampas

     Bed:  We’ve got to be more wary

Now we’ll never get to France

     Bed:  Let’s give the map a glance

 

They’ve left us to our lot  

     Angela:  Where is it, I forgot

 

Now what have we got?  

     Bed:  It's right here in that slot

Just a bunch of won’ts and can’ts                                        

     Bed:  Ah, yes, now we’ll advance

   

What a tragic circumstance  

     Angela: Let’s leave them to their silly, hilly dance

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP

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