The Creation of Man (LP Version)-Douglas Sills

The Creation of Man Peacocks! Sink me! Think ye, sir, how those feathered boys love to flaunt their tails! Stallions! Zounds, sir! Hounds sir! Stags! Of the goosie and the gander, sir Which gender is the grander, sir To render total candor, sir, the spendour is the male's! Be an example to your sex Give your boot a dapper strap And it's smarter if your garter has some snap! Cravats should be flounced about our necks Wear a nightcap when you nap Be bewitching with some stitching on your cap! Now, drape your cape And puff your cuff Embroider those lapels! Be the king of the beasts in pastels! La, but someone has to strike a pose And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes And that is why the Lord created men Strut, sir! What, sir? Roosters do! Give a cock his comb and the hens will pale! Bucks! Bulls! More, sir! Boars, sir! Rams! Of the nanny goat and billy, sir Whose beard is fully wooly, sir? It's bully for the billy for he's willy-nilly male! Sir, be a lion-hearted prig Fill those pantaloons with light! I could dangle down a spangle out of sight! Oh, yes! Be bold, sir! When it's cold, slap on that wig Draw your britches in quite tight Even more so, and your torso will ignite Now, smock your frock Perfume your plume I'll let my waistcoat swing! And the jungle will bow to its king! La, but someone has to strike a pose And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes And that is why the Lord created men Gentlemen, remember what we're here for Why we must be dressed to kill If we have to look like Cleopatra Then we will! If you're out to make a splash, cheri, Do know your haberdashery! Buttons, buckles, ruffles and lace Represent the human race! La, but someone has to strike a pose And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes Each species needs a sex that's fated To be highly decorated That is why the Lord created men Madame Guillotine: Reprise Stick to your purpose And don't let the fire burn out An eye for an eye And to hell with those shadows of doubt No one blinds me with tricks and diversion No one quickens my heart on the sly I am here for one reason And all other reasons must die The Riddle See the moon slink down in the sky, darling Let your fantasies fly, darling Life is cold, and the game is old Just see how virtue repays you You turn and someone betrays you Betray him first And the game's reversed! For we all are caught in the middle Of one long treacherous riddle Can I trust you? Should you trust me too? We shamble on through this hell Taking on more secrets to sell Till there comes a day when we sell our souls away! Through the mist your lover is beckoning Comes that moment of reckoning Faces change, even smiles grow strange And we all have so many faces The real self often erases Enticing lies flicker through our eyes Feel the terror draw ever nearer The more you stare in the mirror But hold your own Face the wind alone Reel on, love! Toughen your scars Year by year we're falling like stars Till there comes a day when we well our souls away! Can I run to you? Are you true to me? I'll do unto you as you do to me! And we slowly learn someone has to burn Better you than me! Oh, every Judas once loved a Jesus But finally treason will seize us And only fools follow golden rules We all are caught in the middle Of one long treacherous riddle Of who trusts who, maybe I'll trust you But can you trust me? Wait and see!