Shall I Tell You What I Think Of You? Lyrics

Anna: 
Your servant! Your servant! 
Indeed I'm not you servant 
(Although you give me less than servant's pay) 
I'm a free and independent employe...employee. 
Because I'm a woman 
You think, like ev'ry woman 
I have to be a slave or concubine- 
You conceited, self-indulgent libertine!...libertine 
How I wish I called him that! 
Right to his face! 
Libertine! 
And while we're on the subject, sire, 
There are certain goings on around this place 
That I wish to tell you I do not admire: 
I do not like polygamy 
Or even moderate bigamy 
(I realize
That in your eyes 
That clearly makes a prig o' me) 
But I am from a civilized land called Wales 
Where men like you are locked in county gaols{jails}! 
In your pursuit of pleasure, you 
Have mistresses who treasure you 
(They have no ken of other men 
Beside whom they can measure you) 
A flock of sheep and you're the only ram- 
No wonder you're the wonder of Siam! 
[Spoken] 
I'm rather glad I didn't say that... not with the women right there...and the children
[Singing] 
The children, the children, 
I'll not forget the children, 
No matter where I go 
I'll always see 
Those little faces looking up at me... 
At first, when I started to teach, 
They were shy and remained out of reach, 
But lately I've thought 
One or two have been caught 
By a word I have said 
Or a sentence I've read 
And I've heard an occasional question 
That implied, at least, a suggestion 
That the work I've been trying to do 
Was beginning to show with a few... 
That Prince Chululongkorn Is very like his father. 
He's stubborn-but inquisitive and smart... 
I must leave this place before they break my heart 
I must leave this place before they break my heart! 
Goodness! I had no idea it was so late. 
Shall It tell you what I think of you? 
You're spoiled! 
You're a conscientious worker 
But your spoiled. 
Giving credit where it's due 
There is much I like in you 
But it's also very true 
That your spoiled! 
Everybody's always bowing 
To the King 
Everybody has to grovel 
To the King. 
By your Buddha you are blessed 
By your ladies you're caressed, 
But the one who loves you best is the King. 
All that bowing and kow-towing 
To remind you of your royalty, 
I find a most disgusting exhibition. 
I wouldn't ask a Siamese cat 
To demonstrate his loyalty 
By taking this ridiculous position 
How would you like it if you were a man 
Playing the part of a toad. 
Crawling around on your elbows and knees. 
Eating the dust of the road!... 
Toads! Toads! 
All of your people are toads! 
Yes, Your Majesty; 
No, Your Majesty. 
Tell us how low to go, Your Majesty; 
Make some more decrees, Your Majesty, 
Don't let us up off out knees, Your Majesty. 
Give us a kick, if you please Your Majesty
Give us a kick, if you would, Your Majesty- 
Oh, That was good, Your Majesty!