Bathing Beauty Lyrics & Chords By Andrew Lloyd Webber

Ladies and gentlemen
Mr. Y is pleased to present to you
His final surprise of the season
A command performance by Christine Daaé
The most heavenly diva of this or any age

But first, for those of you
Whose taste is a little more earthbound
The sweetheart of the midway
The Ooh La La Girl
The incomparable... Meg Giry!

I took a little trip to Coney Island
To get away from all the city sprawl
I couldn't bear to choose which bathing suit to use
So goodness me, I guess I brought 'em all

But when at last I got to Coney Island
And found myself a spot upon the sand
I noticed something strange
There was no place to change
(Uh oh!)
And so I asked my friends to lend a hand

Girls?
(Aah, ooh)
Bathing beauty
Take a look at you

Bathing beauty on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go

Posing under her parasol
She is what you call a real spectacle
Prim and proper with class of poise
But she's got the boys at the plaque to call

Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Wearin' a smile and hittin' Coney Island
Bathing beaut of a show

Bathing beauty on the beach
(Stripes!)
Ooh!
What a cutie, what a peach
(Spots!)
Ooh!

Bathing beauty, bathing beauty
(Checks! Checks!)
Checks, checks, checks, checks
(Oops!)

Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Takin' the sun in 'till all the boys are runnin'
Go and unclothe her and get a tan all over

Wearing a smile and hittin' Coney Island
The bathing beaut of our show
Bathing beauty, say hello

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Meg Giry
The Ooh La La Girl!

(In just a few moments, Christine Daaé, the world's most celebrated songbird, will be making her American debut here at Phantasma. But first, performing feats of miraculous, muscular strength, the mighty Squelch!)