"My One and Only Highland Fling"

music by Harry Warren and lyrics by Ira Gershwin

Though we're called a people of serious mind,
'Tis often we dance, 'tis often we sing.

GINGER:

And bein' as human as all human-kind,
We arrren't superior to havin' a fling.

FRED:

I'm taking the fling of a lifetime.

GINGER:

The fling of a husband and wife-time.

FRED:

a-When I a-went rrromancing
I a-gave no thought to any wedding rrring.
Every bonnie lassie was
My highland fling.

a-No chance was I chancing
I' a-m not the man ya dangle on a strrring.
I was canny waitin' for the
Rrreal, rrreal thing.

a-Though I danced each girrrl in a twist and a-twirrrl
Ney one would do.
And I went a-my way 'til the fatal day
In the fling I was flung a-with you.
Ohhhh....

Now my hearrrt is prancin'
a-Gay as a larrrk and happy as a king.
The yearrrs I'll weatherrr, in the hame on the heatherrr,
With my one and only highland fling.

FRED:

I thought you werrre fallin' for Andy MacPherson.

GINGER:

Ney, ney. He became an impossible person.
But what about you and that Connie MacKenzie?

FRED:

She talked when I putted and drrrove me to frenzie.
But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal?

GINGER:

It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal.
And werrren't ya daft about Megan McDerrmot?

FRED:

I tasted her cooking. 'Twould make me a hermit.
How jealous I was of McDonald McCutcheon.

GINGER:

His neck had a head on, but therrre wasn't much in.

FRED:

And what about Sandy?

GINGER:

His hands were too handy.
And wasn't therrre a Jenny?

FRED:

I'm not wantin' any...
I'm not wantin' any but you.

GINGER:

When I went a-dancin'
No special lad I was encourrragin'.
Every lackly laddie was
My highland fling.

No glance I was glancin'.
Well, nothin' rrreally worth a-mentionin'.
Hopin', watchin', waitin' for the
Rrreal, rrreal thing.

Though they spoke me soft in the moonlit oft',
Ney one would do.
'Til it came to pass to this lucky lass
In a fling I was flung with you.
Ohhh....

Now my hearrrt is prrrancin'.
Nothin' about ya I'd be alterin'.
The yearrrs I'll weatherrr, in the hame on the heatherrr,
With me one and only highland fling.

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