
No Place Like London Josh Groban, Jordan Fisher & Ruthie Ann Miles
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[ANTHONY]
I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London
I feel home again
I could hear the city bells
Ring whatever I would do
[ANTHONY & TODD, TODD]
No, there's no place like London
[ANTHONY, spoken]
Mr. Todd, sir?
[TODD]
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn
[TODD, spoken]
It is here we go our several ways. Farewell, Anthony. I will not soon forget the good ship Bountiful nor the young man who saved my life.
[BEGGAR WOMAN]
Alms, alms
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Oh, thank yer, sir, thank yer
'Ow would you like a little muff, dear?
A little jig jig?
A little bounce around the bush?
Wouldn't you like to push me parsley?
It looks to me, dear
Like you got plenty there to push
Alms, alms
For a pitiful woman
Wot's got wandering wits—
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London
I feel home again
I could hear the city bells
Ring whatever I would do
[ANTHONY & TODD, TODD]
No, there's no place like London
[ANTHONY, spoken]
Mr. Todd, sir?
[TODD]
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn
[TODD, spoken]
It is here we go our several ways. Farewell, Anthony. I will not soon forget the good ship Bountiful nor the young man who saved my life.
[BEGGAR WOMAN]
Alms, alms
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Oh, thank yer, sir, thank yer
'Ow would you like a little muff, dear?
A little jig jig?
A little bounce around the bush?
Wouldn't you like to push me parsley?
It looks to me, dear
Like you got plenty there to push
Alms, alms
For a pitiful woman
Wot's got wandering wits—
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
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