You Did It

My Fair Lady (Trilha Sonora)

Compositor: Philippa Bevans / Rex Harrison / Robert Coote

Pickering
Tonight, old man, you did it
You did it...You did it
You said that you would do it
And indeed you did
I thought that you would rue it
I doubted you'd do it
But now I must admit it
That succeed you did
You should get a medal
Or be even made a knight

Henry
It was nothing
Really nothing

Pickering
All alone you hurdled
Ev'ry obstacle in sight

Henry
Now, wait...Now, wait
Give credit where it's due
A lot of the glory goes to you

Pickering
But you're the one who did it
Who did it, who did it
As sturdy as Gibraltar
Not a second did you falter
There's no doubt about it
You did it
I must have aged a year tonight
At times I thought I'd die of fright
Never was there a momentary lull

Henry
Shortly after we came in
I saw at once we'd easily win
And after that I found it deadly dull

Pickering
You should have heard the ooh's and ah's
Ev'ry one wondering who she was

Henry
You'd think they'd never seen a lady before

Pickering
And when the Prince of Transylvania
Asked to meet her
And gave his arm to lead her to the floor
I said to him: You did it
You did it...You did it
They thought she was ecstatic
And so damned aristocratic
And they never knew
That you did it

Henry
Thank Heavens for Zoltan Karparthy
If it weren't for him I would have died of boredom
He was there, all right
And up to his old tricks

Mrs. Pearce
Karparthy
That dreadful Hungarian
Was he there

Henry
Yes
That blackguard who uses the science of speech
More to blackmail and swindle than teach
He made it the devilish business of his
"To find out who this Miss Doolittle is"
Ev'ry time we looked around
There he was, that hairy hound
From Budapest
Never leaving us alone
Never have I ever known
A ruder pest
Fin'lly I decided it was foolish
Not to let him have his chance with her
So I stepped aside and let him dance with her
Oozing charm from ev'ry pore
He oiled his way around the floor
Ev'ry trick that he could play
He used to strip her mask away
And when at last the dance was done
He glowed as if he knew he'd won
And with a voice to eager
And a smile too broad
He announced to the hostess
That she was a fraud

Mrs. Pearce
No

Henry
Ja wohl
Her English is too good, he said
Which clearly indicates that she is foreign
Whereas others are instructed in their native language
English people aren't
And although she may have studied with an expert
Di'lectician and grammarian
I can tell that she was born Hungarian
Not only Hungarian, but of royal blood
She is a princess

Servants
Congratulations, Professor Higgins
For your glorious victory
Congratulations, Professor Higgins
You'll be mentioned in history

Rest of Servants (Simultaneously) Congratulations
Professor Higgins
For your glorious
Victory
Congratulations
Professor Higgins
Sing hail and hallelujah
Ev'ry bit of credit
For it all belongs to you

Footman (Simultaneously with Rest of Servants) This evening, sir, you did it
You did it...You did it
You said that you would do it
And indeed you did
This evening, sir, you did it
You did it...You did it
We know that we have said it
But-you did it and the credit
For it all belongs to you