THE SONGS OF
JACK & THE BEANSTALK
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JACK'S SONG
(Vocal version)
(Instrumental version)
(Sung by Jack & Buttercup)
THE GIANT'S SONG
(Vocal version)
(Sung by the Giant & The Hen)
Giant:         I don’t mean to boast
  but I’m quite a hoodlum,
  foul and gruesome, that’s just the way it is.
  So don’t ya’ mess with me
  ‘cause you’ll come out ragged,
  Your teeth knocked jagged.
Hen:   He says so and it is.

Giant: I’m a cut-throat, rough-neck, hooligan goon.
  I’m a thug and a lug and I howl at the moon;
  And I’ll chop off your head with my coffee spoon.
 
  Fe, Fi, Fo..............Fe, Fi, Fo...............
          Fe, Fi, Fo........singin’ Fe, Fi, Fo.....Fum!

  I don’t mean to brag
          but I’m quite a glutton,
  there’s absolutely nuttin’ that I will not eat. 
                 For when my belly growls
         at least once an hour,
  I must devour
Hen:   Something tout suite!

Giant: Butcher, baker, Indian chief;
  I’ll mix you all with a little roast beef.
  To sum it up now I’ll be brief.                   

  Fe, Fi, Fo..............Fe, Fi, Fo...............
          Fe, Fi, Fo........singin’ Fe, Fi, Fo.....Fum!

Jack:Open your ears now,
can’t ya’ hear the trumpet calling?
And stand on your feet now,
it’s much better than crawling.
Oh the future is looking fine;
and like the sun we’re gonna shine.
So bye-bye ol’ border line,
we’ll have to leave you behind.

As we are
Buttercup:moo....moo....moo....
Jack:moving on. Oh yes we’re
Buttercup:       moo....moo....moo....
Jack:moving on.

Jack:Feel the breezes
that are blowing around you.
They pick up your heels
and spin you like a merry-go-round too.
Then they whisper ‘It’s time to go.’
Another town, another show.
Till we’re back in our home of old
with our bags of gold.

Till then we’re
Buttercup:moo....moo....moo....
Jack:moving on. Oh yes we’re
Buttercup:       moo....moo....moo....
Jack:moving on.