Musical Theatre Male Solos
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The Kite with Vocals
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The Kite Instrumental
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Little more speed, little more rope,
Little more wind, little more hope,
Gotta get this stupid kite to fly.
Gotta make sure it doesn't snag
Doesn't droop, doesn't drag
Gotta watch out for ev'ry little- whoops!
Little less speed, little more tack,
Little less rise, little more slack,
Gotta keep my wits about me now.
Gotta make sure it doesn't get the best of me
Till I get it in the air somehow.
Millions of little kids do it ev'ry day
They make a kite and-"poof"- it's in the sky.
Leave it to me to have the one fool kite
Who likes to see a little kid cry.
Little less talk, little more skill,
Little less luck, little more will,
Gotta face this fella eye to eye.
Now that I've seen you chasing moles,
Climbing trees, digging holes,
Catching your string on everything passing by
Why not fly?
Little more wind, little more hope,
Gotta get this stupid kite to fly.
Gotta make sure it doesn't snag
Doesn't droop, doesn't drag
Gotta watch out for ev'ry little- whoops!
Little less speed, little more tack,
Little less rise, little more slack,
Gotta keep my wits about me now.
Gotta make sure it doesn't get the best of me
Till I get it in the air somehow.
Millions of little kids do it ev'ry day
They make a kite and-"poof"- it's in the sky.
Leave it to me to have the one fool kite
Who likes to see a little kid cry.
Little less talk, little more skill,
Little less luck, little more will,
Gotta face this fella eye to eye.
Now that I've seen you chasing moles,
Climbing trees, digging holes,
Catching your string on everything passing by
Why not fly?
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Giants in the Sky Vocals
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Giants in the Sky Instrumental
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There are giants in the sky
There are big, tall, terrible giants in the sky
When you're way up high, and you look below
At the world you left, and the things you know
Little more than a glance, is enough to show
You just how small you are
When you're way up high, and you're on your own
In a world like none that you've ever known
Where the sky is lead, and the Earth is stone
You're free, to do, what ever pleases you
Exploring things you never dared
Cuz' you don't care
When suddenly there's
A big, tall, terrible giant, at the door
A big tall terrible lady giant sweeping the floor
And she gives you food and she gives you rest
And she draws you close to her giant breast
And you know things now that you never knew before
Not til' the sky
There are big, tall, terrible giants in the sky
When you're way up high, and you look below
At the world you left, and the things you know
Little more than a glance, is enough to show
You just how small you are
When you're way up high, and you're on your own
In a world like none that you've ever known
Where the sky is lead, and the Earth is stone
You're free, to do, what ever pleases you
Exploring things you never dared
Cuz' you don't care
When suddenly there's
A big, tall, terrible giant, at the door
A big tall terrible lady giant sweeping the floor
And she gives you food and she gives you rest
And she draws you close to her giant breast
And you know things now that you never knew before
Not til' the sky
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Dentist with vocals
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Dentist Instrumental
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When I was younger, just a bad little kid,
My mama noticed funny things I did,
Like shootin' puppies with a B B gun
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done
I'd find a pussycat and bash in its head
That's when my mama said
(Chorus) What did she say?
She said, "My boy, I think someday
You'll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay
You'll be a dentist
You have a talent for causin' things pain
Son, be a dentist
People will pay you to be inhumane
Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood
And teaching would suit you still less
Son, be a dentist
You'll be a success
My mama noticed funny things I did,
Like shootin' puppies with a B B gun
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done
I'd find a pussycat and bash in its head
That's when my mama said
(Chorus) What did she say?
She said, "My boy, I think someday
You'll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay
You'll be a dentist
You have a talent for causin' things pain
Son, be a dentist
People will pay you to be inhumane
Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood
And teaching would suit you still less
Son, be a dentist
You'll be a success