Kiri Te Kanawa, London Symphony Orchestra, John Mauceri, London Symphony Orchestra F. Loewe: Just You Wait

Just you wait, 'Enry 'Iggins, just you wait
You'll be sorry but your tears'll be too late
You'll be broke, and I'll have money
Will I help you? Don't be funny
Just you wait, 'Enry 'Iggins, just you wait

Just you wait, 'Enry 'Iggins, 'til you're sick
And you scream to fetch a doctor double quick
I'll be off a second later and go straight to the theatre
Ah, ho-ho, 'Enry 'Iggins, just you wait

Oh,'Enry 'Iggins
Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea
Oh, 'Enry 'Iggins
And you get a cramp a little ways from me

When you yell you're going to drown
I'll get dressed and go to town
Ah, ho-ho, 'Enry 'Iggins
Ah, ho-ho, 'Enry 'Iggins, just you wait

One day I'll be famous, I'll be proper and prim
Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim
One evening the King will say, "Oh, Liza, old thing
I want all of England your praises to sing"

Next week on the twentieth of May
I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day
All the people will celebrate the glory of you
And whatever you wish and want, I gladly will do

"Thanks a lot, King" says I, in a manner well bred
"But all I want is'Enry 'Iggins 'ead"

"Done," says the King with a stroke
Guard, run and bring in the bloke
Then they'll march you, 'Enry 'Iggins to the wall
And the King will tell me, "Liza, sound the call"
As they raise their rifles higher, I'll shout
"Ready, aim, fire"
Ah, ho-ho, 'Enry 'Iggins
Down you'll go, 'Enry 'Iggins
Just you wait