Текст пісні Will Power - Christian Borle, 'Something Rotten' Ensemble, Wayne Kirkpatrick

Will Power

Thank you!
Is it good to see me or what?
(Do Sonnet 18!)
(Do «Kingdom for a Horse!»)
(I love you Will!)
Ok, ok, here’s one for all you beautiful Tudors out there
A little sonnet that’s been very good to me
Let’s see if you know it
Shall I compare thee (to a summer’s day) Yeah
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
And the rough winds shake the darling buds of May, yeah
And summer’s lease (hath all too short a date)
I adore the adoration (Ahh-ahh)
Though others may abhor it (Ahh-ahh)
It’s quite a new sensation (Ahh-ahh)
What shall we call it? (Ahh)
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will of the people now
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will
Can you feel it? (Whoo!)
Oh, I can feel it too
In fact, I’d like to feel you a little bit later
Do you want more?
Well, when do you want it?
Tomorrow? (No!)
Later? (No!)
Let me hear you say «now»
(Now) Very nice
Let me hear you say «now is»
(Now is) That scans
Let me hear you say «now is the»
(Now is the) Oh, do it with me
Now is the winter of our discontent
(Now is the winter of our discontent)
Made glorious summer by this son of York
(Made glorious summer by this son of York)
And let me hear you say «glorious»
(Glorious) Do you mean me?
(Glorious) Well I can be
(Glorious) Now let me see
Who fits that bill? (It's Will!) I guess
There’s a fever going round (Ahh-ahh)
Has anybody caught it? (Ahh-ahh)
(We're shaking it for Shakespeare!)
Methinks you got it
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will of the people now
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will
Huzzah! (Huzzah!)
Oh, that is music to my ears
And if music be the food of love
Play on, (Oh) that’s a new one
Don’t even know where to put it yet
Speaking of love
Here’s one for all you lovers out there
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks (thank you)
It is the east and Juliet is the sun
Arise, fair sun and kill
The envious moon, oh, the moon
Who is already sick and pale
So sick and so pale with grief
That thou, her maid, (yeah, thou) art far
More fair than she
Than she
(Thank you, I like that one too)
Will
Power
Will
Power
I am the Will with the skill
To thrill you with my quill
I am the hard-working Bard
You regard (Yeah!)
I am the Will (He is the Will)
I am the Will (He is the Will)
I am the man you wanna see
Up on the bill (Will, Will, Will, Will)
I am the swan (beautiful swan)
Of the Avon (The one in Stratford!)
The chosen one that God in Heaven
Smiled upon (Thank you, God!)
And if you wanna see perfection
On any given day
You know what they say
Where there’s a Will, there’s a way
(Will power)
Where there’s a Will, there’s a way
(Will power)
Will power (Will power!)
Goodnight!
Goodnight!
Parting is such sweet sorrow!