[ Featuring André Previn ]
[Instrumental]
Gigi Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Gigi Soundtrack Lyrics
- Gigi (Main Title) by MGM Studio Orchestra
- Thank Heaven For Little Girls by Maurice Chevalier
- It's A Bore by Maurice Chevalier
- The Parisians by Betty Wand
- Introduction to Maxim's Waltz / Waltz at Maxim's (She's Not Thinking of Me) by Louis Jourdan
- The Night They Invented Champagne by Leslie Caron
- I Remember It Well by Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold
- Gaston's Soliloquy by Louis Jourdan
- Gigi by Louis Jourdan
- I'm Glad I'm Not Young Anymore by Maurice Chevalier
- Say A Prayer For Me Tonight by Betty Wand
- Change of Heart / End Title by Maurice Chevalier
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Thank Heaven For Little Girls
by Maurice Chevalier
[ Featuring MGM Studio Chorus ]
Each time I see a little girl of five or six or seven
I can't resist the joyous urge to smile and say
Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get bigger every day
Thank heaven for little girls
They grow up in the most delightful way
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashin' through the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven, thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashin' through the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven, thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls
Writer: Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
It's A Bore
by Maurice Chevalier
[ Featuring Louis Jourdan ]
[HONORÉ]
Look at all the captivating
Fascinating things there are to do
[GASTON]
Name two
[HONORÉ]
Look at all the pleasures
All the myriad of treasures
We have got
[GASTON]
Like what?
[HONORÉ]
Look at Paris in the spring
When each solitary thing
Is more beautiful than ever before
You can hear every tree
Almost saying, "Look at me!"
[GASTON, spoken]
What color are the trees?
[HONORÉ, spoken]
Green!
[GASTON, spoken]
What color were they last year?
[HONORÉ, spoken]
Green!
[GASTON, spoken]
And next year?
[HONORE, spoken]
Green!
[GASTON, spoken]
It's a bore
[HONORÉ]
Don't you marvel at the power
Of the mighty Eiffel Tower
Knowing thеre it will remain evеrmore?
Climbing up to the sky
Over ninety stories high
[GASTON, spoken]
How many stories?
[HONORÉ, spoken]
Ninety!
[GASTON, spoken]
How many yesterday?
[HONORÉ, spoken]
Ninety!
[GASTON, spoken]
And tomorrow?
[HONORÉ, spoken]
Ninety!
[GASTON, spoken]
It's a bore
[HONORÉ]
The river Seine
[GASTON]
All it can do is flow
[HONORÉ]
But think of wine
[GASTON]
It's red or white
[HONORÉ]
But think of girls!
[GASTON]
It's either yes or no
And if it's no or if it's yes
It simply couldn't matter less
[HONORÉ]
But think of a race
With your horse in seventh place
Then he suddenly begins
And he catches up and wins
With a roar!
[GASTON]
It's a bore!
[HONORÉ]
Life is thrilling as can be
[GASTON]
Simply not my cup of tea
[HONORÉ]
It's a gay, romantic fling
[GASTON]
If you like that sort of thing
[HONORÉ]
It's intriguing
[GASTON]
It's fatiguing
[HONORÉ]
It's a game
[GASTON]
It's the same dull world wherever you go
Whatever place you are at
The earth is round
But everything on it is flat
[HONORÉ]
Don't tell me Venice has no lure?
[GASTON]
Just a town without a sewer
[HONORÉ]
The Leaning Tower I adore
[GASTON]
Indecision is a bore
[HONORÉ]
But think of the thrill
Of a bullfight in Seville
When the bull is uncontrolled
And he charges at a bold matador
[GASTON]
It's a bore
[HONORÉ]
Think of lunch beneath the trees
[GASTON]
Stop the carriage, if you please
[HONORÉ]
You mean you don't want to come?
[GASTON]
The thought of lunch leaves me numb
[HONORÉ]
But I implore
[GASTON]
Oh no, Uncle, it's a bore
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Parisians
by Betty Wand
[GIGI]
A necklace is love, a ring is love
A rock from some obnoxious little king is love
A sapphire with a star is love
An ugly black cigar is love
Everything you are is love
You would think it would embarrass
All the people here in Paris
To be thinking every minute of love
I don't understand the Parisians
Making love every time they get the chance
I don't understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance
Any time and under every tree in town
They're in session two by two
What a crime, with all there is to see in town
They can't find something else to do
I don't understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand
But they seem to love it
And speak highly of it
I don't understand the Parisians
When it's warm, they take a carriage ride at night
Close their eyes and hug and kiss
When it's cold, they simply move inside at night
There must be more to life than this
I don't understand the Parisians
Thinking love's so miraculous and grand
But they rave about it
And won't live without it
I don't understand the Parisians
A necklace is love, a ring is love
A rock from some obnoxious little king is love
A sapphire with a star is love
An ugly black cigar is love
Everything you are is love
You would think it would embarrass
All the people here in Paris
To be thinking every minute of love
I don't understand the Parisians
Making love every time they get the chance
I don't understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance
Any time and under every tree in town
They're in session two by two
What a crime, with all there is to see in town
They can't find something else to do
I don't understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand
But they seem to love it
And speak highly of it
I don't understand the Parisians
When it's warm, they take a carriage ride at night
Close their eyes and hug and kiss
When it's cold, they simply move inside at night
There must be more to life than this
I don't understand the Parisians
Thinking love's so miraculous and grand
But they rave about it
And won't live without it
I don't understand the Parisians
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Introduction to Maxim's Waltz / Waltz at Maxim's (She's Not Thinking of Me)
by Louis Jourdan
[ Featuring MGM Studio Orchestra, André Previn ]
[GASTON]
She's so gay tonight
She's like spring tonight
She's a rollicking, frolicking thing tonight
So disarming
Soft and charming
She is not thinking of me
No, she's not thinking of me
In her eyes tonight
There's a glow tonight
They're so bright they could light Fontainebleau tonight
She's so gracious
So vivacious
She is not thinking of me
Bless her little heart
Crooked to the core
Acting out her part
What a rollicking, frolicking bore!
She's such fun tonight
She's a treat tonight
You could spread her on bread, she's so sweet tonight
So devoted
Sugar-coated
That it's heartwarming to see
Oh, she's simmering with love
Oh, she's shimmering with love
Oh, she's not thinking of me
She is not thinking of me
Someone has set her on fire
Is it Jacques or Paul or Léon?
Who's turning her furnace up higher?
Oh, she's hot, but it's not
For Gaston
Oh, she's gay tonight
Oh, so gay tonight
A gigantic, romantic cliché tonight
How she blushes
How she gushes
How she fills me with ennui
She's so ooh la la la la
So untrue, la la la la
Oh, she's not thinking of me
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Night They Invented Champagne
by Leslie Caron
[GIGI]
What time tomorrow will we get?
Can I watch you play roulette?
May I stay up late for supper?
Is it awfully, awfully upper?
[MAMITA]
Gigi, you'll drive us wild
Stop, you silly child
[GIGI]
Is everybody celebrated
Full of sin and dissipated?
Is it hot enough to blister?
Will I be your little sister?
[MAMITA]
Gigi, you are absurd
Now not another word
Gigi!
[GASTON]
Let her gush and jabber
Let her be enthused
I cannot remember
When I have been more amused
[MAMITA, spoken]
Stop it!
[GIGI]
The night they invented Champagne
It's plain as it can be
They thought of you and me
The night they invented Champagne
They absolutely knew
That all we'd want to do is
Fly to the sky on Champagne
And shout to everyone in sight
That since the world began
No woman or a man
Has ever been as happy as we are tonight
[GASTON]
The night they invented Champagne
It's plain as it can be
[GASTON & GIGI]
They thought of you and me
[GASTON, GIGI & MAMITA]
The night they invented Champagne
They absolutely knew
That all we'd want to do is
Fly to the sky on Champagne
And shout to everyone in sight
That since the world began
No woman or a man
Has ever been as happy as we are tonight!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I Remember It Well
by Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold
[ Featuring Hermione Gingold ]
We met at nine, we met at eight, I was on time, no, you were late
Ah, yes, I remember it well
We dined with friends, we dined alone, a tenor sang, a baritone
Ah, yes, I remember it well
That dazzling April moon, there was none that night
And the month was June, that's right, that's right
It warms my heart to know that you remember still the way you do
Ah, yes, I remember it well
How often I've thought of that Friday, Monday night
When we had our last rendezvous
And somehow I foolishly wondered if you might
By some chance be thinking of it too?
That carriage ride, you walked me home
You lost a glove, aha, it was a comb
Ah, yes, I remember it well
That brilliant sky, we had some rain
Those Russian songs from sunny Spain
Ah, yes, I remember it well
You wore a gown of gold, I was all in blue
Am I getting old? Oh, no, not you
How strong you were, how young and gay
A prince of love in every way
Ah, yes, I remember it well
Writer: ALAN JAY LERNER, FREDERICK LOEWE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gaston's Soliloquy
by Louis Jourdan
[GASTON]
She's a babe
Just a babe
Still cavorting in her crib
Eating breakfast with a bib
With her baby teeth and all her baby curls
She's a tot
Just a tot
Good for bouncing on your knee
I am positive that she
Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls
She's a snip
Just a snip
Making dreadful baby noise
Having fun with all her toys
Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen
She's a cub, a papoose
You could never turn her loose
She's too infantile to take her from her pen
Of course, that weekend in Trouville
In spite of all her youthful zeal
She was exceedingly polite
And, on the whole, a sheer delight
And if it wasn't joy galore
At least not once was she a bore
That I recall
No, not at all
Ah, she's a child
A silly child
Adolescent to her toes
And good heaven, how it shows
Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got
She's a child
A clumsy child
She's as swollen as a grape
And she doesn't have a shape
Where her figure ought to be, it is not
Just a child
A growing child
But so backward for her years
If a boy her age appears
I am certain he will never call again
She's a scamp and a brat
Doesn't know where she is at
Unequipped and undesirable to men
Of course, I must, in truth, confess
That in that brand-new little dress
She looked surprisingly mature
And had a definite allure
It was a shock, in fact, to me
A most amazing shock to see
The way it clung
On one so young
She's a girl
A little girl
Getting older, it is true
Which is what they always do
Till that unexpected hour
When they blossom like a flower
[GASTON, spoken]
Oh, no
Oh, no
That, that
She's a babe
Just a babe
Still cavorting in her crib
Eating breakfast with a bib
With her baby teeth and all her baby curls
She's a tot
Just a tot
Good for bouncing on your knee
I am positive that she
Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls
She's a snip
Just a snip
Making dreadful baby noise
Having fun with all her toys
Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen
She's a cub, a papoose
You could never turn her loose
She's too infantile to take her from her pen
Of course, that weekend in Trouville
In spite of all her youthful zeal
She was exceedingly polite
And, on the whole, a sheer delight
And if it wasn't joy galore
At least not once was she a bore
That I recall
No, not at all
Ah, she's a child
A silly child
Adolescent to her toes
And good heaven, how it shows
Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got
She's a child
A clumsy child
She's as swollen as a grape
And she doesn't have a shape
Where her figure ought to be, it is not
Just a child
A growing child
But so backward for her years
If a boy her age appears
I am certain he will never call again
She's a scamp and a brat
Doesn't know where she is at
Unequipped and undesirable to men
Of course, I must, in truth, confess
That in that brand-new little dress
She looked surprisingly mature
And had a definite allure
It was a shock, in fact, to me
A most amazing shock to see
The way it clung
On one so young
She's a girl
A little girl
Getting older, it is true
Which is what they always do
Till that unexpected hour
When they blossom like a flower
[GASTON, spoken]
Oh, no
Oh, no
That, that
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Gigi
by Louis Jourdan
[GASTON]
There's sweeter music when she speaks, isn't there?
A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there?
Could I be wrong, could it be so?
Oh where, oh where did Gigi go?
Gigi
Am I a fool without a mind
Or have I merely been too blind to realize?
Oh, Gigi
Why, you've been growing up before my eyes
Gigi
You're not at all that funny, awkward little girl I knew
Oh no
Overnight there's been a breathless change in you
Oh, Gigi
While you were trembling on the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi
Have I been standing up too close or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire
And your warmth become desire?
Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are?
Gigi!
Gigi!
Gigi!
Oh no!
I was mad not to have seen the change in you
Oh, Gigi
While you were trembling on the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi
Have I been standing up too close or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire
And your warmth become desire?
Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are?
There's sweeter music when she speaks, isn't there?
A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there?
Could I be wrong, could it be so?
Oh where, oh where did Gigi go?
Gigi
Am I a fool without a mind
Or have I merely been too blind to realize?
Oh, Gigi
Why, you've been growing up before my eyes
Gigi
You're not at all that funny, awkward little girl I knew
Oh no
Overnight there's been a breathless change in you
Oh, Gigi
While you were trembling on the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi
Have I been standing up too close or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire
And your warmth become desire?
Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are?
Gigi!
Gigi!
Gigi!
Oh no!
I was mad not to have seen the change in you
Oh, Gigi
While you were trembling on the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi
Have I been standing up too close or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire
And your warmth become desire?
Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are?
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I'm Glad I'm Not Young Anymore
by Maurice Chevalier
Poor boy! Poor boy!
Down-hearted and depressed and in a spin
Poor boy! Poor boy!
Oh, youth can really do a fellow in!
How lovely to sit here in the shade
With none of the woes of man and maid
I'm glad I'm not young anymore
The rivals that don't exist at all
The feeling you're only two feet tall
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
No more confusion
No morning-after surprise
No self-delusion
That when you're telling those lies
She isn't wise
And even if love comes through the door
The chance that goes on forevermore
Forevermore is shorter than before
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore
The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends won't like her too
I'm glad I'm not young anymore
The longing to end the stale affair
Until you find out she doesn't care
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
No more frustration
No star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation
Just one reluctant reply
"Lady, goodbye!"
The Fountain of Youth is dull as paint
Methuselah is my patron saint
I've never been so comfortable before
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore
Down-hearted and depressed and in a spin
Poor boy! Poor boy!
Oh, youth can really do a fellow in!
How lovely to sit here in the shade
With none of the woes of man and maid
I'm glad I'm not young anymore
The rivals that don't exist at all
The feeling you're only two feet tall
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
No more confusion
No morning-after surprise
No self-delusion
That when you're telling those lies
She isn't wise
And even if love comes through the door
The chance that goes on forevermore
Forevermore is shorter than before
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore
The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends won't like her too
I'm glad I'm not young anymore
The longing to end the stale affair
Until you find out she doesn't care
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
No more frustration
No star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation
Just one reluctant reply
"Lady, goodbye!"
The Fountain of Youth is dull as paint
Methuselah is my patron saint
I've never been so comfortable before
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore
Writer: ALAN JAY LERNER, FREDERICK LOEWE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Say A Prayer For Me Tonight
by Betty Wand
[GIGI]
Say a prayer for me tonight
I'll need every prayer that you can spare
To get me by
Say a prayer and while you're praying
Keep on saying
She's much too young to die
On to your Waterloo, whispers my heart
Pray I'll be Wellington, not Bonaparte
Oh, say a prayer for me this evening
Bow your head and please
Stay on your knees tonight
Say a prayer for me tonight
I'll need every prayer that you can spare
To get me by
Say a prayer and while you're praying
Keep on saying
She's much too young to die
On to your Waterloo, whispers my heart
Pray I'll be Wellington, not Bonaparte
Oh, say a prayer for me this evening
Bow your head and please
Stay on your knees tonight
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Change of Heart / End Title
by Maurice Chevalier
[ Featuring MGM Studio Chorus, Her ]
[MAMITA, spoken]
Thank Heaven
[HONORÉ & ENSEMBLE]
For little girls
For little girls get bigger every day
Thank Heaven for little girls
They grow up in the most delightful way
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashing through the ceiling
Thank Heaven for little girls
Thank Heaven for them all
No matter where, no matter who
Without them, what would little boys do?
[HONORÉ]
Thank Heaven
[ENSEMBLE]
Thank Heaven
[HONORÉ]
Thank heavеn
[ENSEMBLE]
Thank Heaven
[HONORÉ & ENSEMBLE]
Thank heavеn for little girls
[ENSEMBLE]
Ah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Gigi is a 1958 American musical romantic comedy film directed by Vincente Minnelli and processed using Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's Eastmancolor film process Metrocolor. The screenplay by Alan Jay Lerner is based on the 1944 novella by Colette. The film features songs with lyrics by Lerner and music by Frederick Loewe, arranged and conducted by André Previn. Costume design was done by Cecil Beaton (hats by Madame Paulette).
At the 31st Academy Awards, the film won all nine of its nominations, including Best Picture and Best Director for Minnelli. It held the record for the highest clean sweep of nominations (later shared with The Last Emperor) until The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King won all eleven of its nominations at the 76th Academy Awards in 2004.
In 1991, Gigi was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". The American Film Institute ranked it number 35 in AFI's 100 Years...100 Passions. The film is considered the last great Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer musical and the final great achievement of the Freed Unit, headed by producer Arthur Freed.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack At the 31st Academy Awards, the film won all nine of its nominations, including Best Picture and Best Director for Minnelli. It held the record for the highest clean sweep of nominations (later shared with The Last Emperor) until The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King won all eleven of its nominations at the 76th Academy Awards in 2004.
In 1991, Gigi was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". The American Film Institute ranked it number 35 in AFI's 100 Years...100 Passions. The film is considered the last great Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer musical and the final great achievement of the Freed Unit, headed by producer Arthur Freed.
-Wikipedia
Released: May 15th, 1958
Year: 1958