George, Why is it you always get to sit in the shade While I have to stand in the sun Hello, George There is someone in this dress A trickle of sweat The back of the head He always does this Now the foot is dead Sunday in the park with George One more Su-- The collar is damp Beginning to pinch The bustle's slipping I won't budge one inch Who was at the zoo George Who was at the zoo The monkeys and who George The monkeys and who [[George]] Don't move [[Dot]] Artists are bizarre, fixed, cold That's you, George You're bizarre, fixed cold I like that in a man Fixed, cold God, it's hot up here Well, there are worse things Than staring at the water on a Sunday There are worse things Than staring at the water As you're posing for a picture Being painted by your lover In the middle of the summer On an island in the river on a Sunday The petticoat's wet Which adds to the weight The sun is blinding All right, concentrate [[George]] Eyes open please [[Dot]] Sunday in the park with George [[George]] Look out at the water, not at me [[Dot]] Sunday in the park with George Well, if you want bread And respect And attention Not to say connection Modeling's no profession If you want instead when you're dead Some more public and more permanent expression Of affection You want a painter, poet, sculptor preferably Marble, granite, bronze That's durable forever All it has to be is good And George, you're good You're really good George's stroke is tender George's touch is pure Your eyes, George I love your eyes, George I love your beard, George I love your size, George But most, George, of all But most of all I love your painting I think I'm fainting The tip of a stay Right under the tit No, don't give in Just lift the arm a bit [[George]] Don't life the arm, please [[Dot]] Sunday in the park with George [[George]] The bustle high, please [[Dot]] Not even a nod As if I were trees The ground could open He would still say "please" Never know with you George Who could know with you The others I knew George Before we get through I'll get to you too God I am so hot Well, there are worse things Than staring at the water on a Sunday There are worse things Than staring at the water As you're posing for a picture After sleeping on the ferry After getting up at seven To come over to an island In the middle of a river Half an hour from the city On a Sunday On a Sunday in the park with... [[George]] Don't move the mouth [[Dot]] (mouth shut)George
George, Why is it you always get to sit in the shade While I have to stand in the sun Hello, George There is someone in this dress A trickle of sweat The back of the head He always does this Now the foot is dead Sunday in the park with George One more Su-- The collar is damp Beginning to pinch The bustle's slipping I won't budge one inch Who was at the zoo George Who was at the zoo The monkeys and who George The monkeys and who GEORGE Don't move DOT Artists are bizarre, fixed, cold That's you, George You're bizarre, fixed cold I like that in a man Fixed, cold God, it's hot up here Well, there are worse things Than staring at the water on a Sunday There are worse things Than staring at the water As you're posing for a picture Being painted by your lover In the middle of the summer On an island in the river on a Sunday The petticoat's wet Which adds to the weight The sun is blinding All right, concentrate GEORGE Eyes open please DOT Sunday in the park with George GEORGE Look out at the water, not at me DOT Sunday in the park with George Well, if you want bread And respect And attention Not to say connection Modeling's no profession If you want instead when you're dead Some more public and more permanent expression Of affection You want a painter, poet, sculptor preferably Marble, granite, bronze That's durable forever All it has to be is good And George, you're good You're really good George's stroke is tender George's touch is pure Your eyes, George I love your eyes, George I love your beard, George I love your size, George But most, George, of all But most of all I love your painting I think I'm fainting The tip of a stay Right under the tit No, don't give in Just lift the arm a bit GEORGE Don't life the arm, please DOT Sunday in the park with George GEORGE The bustle high, please DOT Not even a nod As if I were trees The ground could open He would still say "please" Never know with you George Who could know with you The others I knew George Before we get through I'll get to you too God I am so hot Well, there are worse things Than staring at the water on a Sunday There are worse things Than staring at the water As you're posing for a picture After sleeping on the ferry After getting up at seven To come over to an island In the middle of a river Half an hour from the city On a Sunday On a Sunday in the park with... GEORGE Don't move the mouth DOT (mouth shut) George
I don't know why I imagine this score has frequent notes above the stave that say "Yes, really!" "Yes, this is the right chord."
I have tried to play the sheet music, and yes, it's quite confusing sometimes
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS I have an audition for my college coming up and we have no time to practice with an accompanist this was a life saver
George,
Why is it you always get to sit in the shade
While I have to stand in the sun
Hello, George
There is someone in this dress
A trickle of sweat
The back of the head
He always does this
Now the foot is dead
Sunday in the park with George
One more Su--
The collar is damp
Beginning to pinch
The bustle's slipping
I won't budge one inch
Who was at the zoo George
Who was at the zoo
The monkeys and who George
The monkeys and who
[[George]]
Don't move
[[Dot]]
Artists are bizarre, fixed, cold
That's you, George
You're bizarre, fixed cold
I like that in a man
Fixed, cold
God, it's hot up here
Well, there are worse things
Than staring at the water on a Sunday
There are worse things
Than staring at the water
As you're posing for a picture
Being painted by your lover
In the middle of the summer
On an island in the river on a Sunday
The petticoat's wet
Which adds to the weight
The sun is blinding
All right, concentrate
[[George]]
Eyes open please
[[Dot]]
Sunday in the park with George
[[George]]
Look out at the water, not at me
[[Dot]]
Sunday in the park with George
Well, if you want bread
And respect
And attention
Not to say connection
Modeling's no profession
If you want instead when you're dead
Some more public and more permanent expression
Of affection
You want a painter, poet, sculptor preferably
Marble, granite, bronze
That's durable forever
All it has to be is good
And George, you're good
You're really good
George's stroke is tender
George's touch is pure
Your eyes, George
I love your eyes, George
I love your beard, George
I love your size, George
But most, George, of all
But most of all
I love your painting
I think I'm fainting
The tip of a stay
Right under the tit
No, don't give in
Just lift the arm a bit
[[George]]
Don't life the arm, please
[[Dot]]
Sunday in the park with George
[[George]]
The bustle high, please
[[Dot]]
Not even a nod
As if I were trees
The ground could open
He would still say "please"
Never know with you George
Who could know with you
The others I knew George
Before we get through
I'll get to you too
God I am so hot
Well, there are worse things
Than staring at the water on a Sunday
There are worse things
Than staring at the water
As you're posing for a picture
After sleeping on the ferry
After getting up at seven
To come over to an island
In the middle of a river
Half an hour from the city
On a Sunday
On a Sunday in the park with...
[[George]]
Don't move the mouth
[[Dot]]
(mouth shut)George
It's official. You are my piano role model. I've just started lessons, but I hope I can play this well some day. Best of luck to you!
Cory Brookins three years later - can you play it?
Wow, it is REALLY hard to fit the vocals in... But it can be done. Except for the talking bit in the beginning. Really liked this, thanks for sharing!
OMG. I think I followed through with about 98%!!! Tooo funn!!!
This is wonderful!! Thanks so much for posting :)
George,
Why is it you always get to sit in the shade
While I have to stand in the sun
Hello, George
There is someone in this dress
A trickle of sweat
The back of the head
He always does this
Now the foot is dead
Sunday in the park with George
One more Su--
The collar is damp
Beginning to pinch
The bustle's slipping
I won't budge one inch
Who was at the zoo George
Who was at the zoo
The monkeys and who George
The monkeys and who
GEORGE
Don't move
DOT
Artists are bizarre, fixed, cold
That's you, George
You're bizarre, fixed cold
I like that in a man
Fixed, cold
God, it's hot up here
Well, there are worse things
Than staring at the water on a Sunday
There are worse things
Than staring at the water
As you're posing for a picture
Being painted by your lover
In the middle of the summer
On an island in the river on a Sunday
The petticoat's wet
Which adds to the weight
The sun is blinding
All right, concentrate
GEORGE
Eyes open please
DOT
Sunday in the park with George
GEORGE
Look out at the water, not at me
DOT
Sunday in the park with George
Well, if you want bread
And respect
And attention
Not to say connection
Modeling's no profession
If you want instead when you're dead
Some more public and more permanent expression
Of affection
You want a painter, poet, sculptor preferably
Marble, granite, bronze
That's durable forever
All it has to be is good
And George, you're good
You're really good
George's stroke is tender
George's touch is pure
Your eyes, George
I love your eyes, George
I love your beard, George
I love your size, George
But most, George, of all
But most of all
I love your painting
I think I'm fainting
The tip of a stay
Right under the tit
No, don't give in
Just lift the arm a bit
GEORGE
Don't life the arm, please
DOT
Sunday in the park with George
GEORGE
The bustle high, please
DOT
Not even a nod
As if I were trees
The ground could open
He would still say "please"
Never know with you George
Who could know with you
The others I knew George
Before we get through
I'll get to you too
God I am so hot
Well, there are worse things
Than staring at the water on a Sunday
There are worse things
Than staring at the water
As you're posing for a picture
After sleeping on the ferry
After getting up at seven
To come over to an island
In the middle of a river
Half an hour from the city
On a Sunday
On a Sunday in the park with...
GEORGE
Don't move the mouth
DOT
(mouth shut) George
Thank you!
Lizzie start times: beginning, 4:28
its too fast that's why, but kudos for putting this up
Can u make a how to play this video? I think its really good and I want to know how to play it but I'm not so good at piano. Thanks!
1:07
hey can you tell me where you purchased this sheet music?
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