You're So London
Carol: You're so London, you're so Kensington Gardens, and I'm so San Antone...
Julie: (spoken) What's wrong with that?
Carol: You're so harp strings, you're so chamber ensemble, and I'm so saxophone...
Julie: (spoken) It's my favourite instrument.
Carol: You're so kippers, so caviar, and I'm so liverwurst...
Julie: (spoken) It's delicious!
Carol: You're so Shakespeare, so Bernard Shaw, and I'm so Fannie Hurst!
Julie: (spoken) Fannie who?
Carol: You're so Harpers, you're so Manchester Guardian, and I'm so Daily News...
Julie: (spoken) Come on now...
Carol: You're so white pumps, you're so pink satin slippers, and I'm so army shoes!
Wherever you go, you belong...
Julie: Oh Carol, you're wrong, wrong, wrong...
You're so hi there, you're so put-her-there-partner! and I'm so how d'ya do...
You're so pogo! You're so Pop-eye, and peanuts, and I'm so Winnie-the-Pooh...
You're root beer! You're ginger ale! And I'm so lemon squash...
You're so 'oh, hey bud, where's the ladies room?' and I'm so 'may I wash...?'
You're so Mermen, you're so Rosalind Russell, and I'm so Deborah Kerr...
Carol: (spoken) Oh I love her!
Julie: You're so 4H! You're so SPCA! And I'm oh, so DAR....!
Wherever you go, you belong...
Carol: No, you're wrong, wrong, wrong!
You're so Pall Mall! You're so Benson & Hedges!
Julie: (spoken) I don't smoke!
Carol: And I'm so corn-cob pipe...
Julie: (spoken) You shouldn't either...
Carol: (spoken) D'you know what it's like going through life looking like a corn-cob pipe?
Julie: (spoken) Oh, come on!
You're coyote!
Carol: (howls)
Julie: You're prairie dog! And I'm so birds and bees...
Carol: You're so dirndls! You're so petticoats! And I'm so PVDs...!
Face it, Julie, you are HEAVEN!
You know what you are, you're cotton-candy. You're Christmas! You're carnivals!
Julie: (spoken) What?
Carol: You're a little girl in her first prom dress, on her first date, all dressed up, tripping down the stairs with stars in her eyes!
Julie: You're hayrides, you're Halloween! You're firecrackers on the fourth of July!
You're a little child at his first ball game, waving his pennant in the breeze...erm...you're our boys overseas!
Both: So.....we'll be partners! Just like hotdogs and mustard, a twosome, a duet!
We'll be buddies, just like Huntley and Brinkley, we're...
Carol: ...Andrews...
Julie: ...and Burnett!
Both: Wherever we go we belong, we belong, we belong....together!