Lyrics
What is this? And why is there music coming from everywhere?
Welcome to our little town
Where friends are all you'll meet
And you will never see a frown
Hey, everyone!
Hey there, Pete!
We bet you're probably wonderin' what we call
The most beautiful, wonderful, magical place of all
What is happening? Who are they singing to?
I don't know, it must be something they do for tourists, ooh, like Colonial Williamsburg
Schmigadoon
Where the sun shines bright from July to June
And the air's as sweet as a macaroon
Schmigadoon
Excuse me, we did not buy tickets, you are getting no money from us
Stop it, let them sing
Schmigadoon
Where it's warm and safe as a new cocoon
And our hearts all glow like a harvest moon
Schmigadoon
Schmigadoon
Where the men are men and the cows are cows
And the farmers smile as they push their plows
And the trees are tall, and we call it Schmigadoon
Oh, come on, this is fun
Fun? This is Children of the Corn
Our schoolmarm is Emma Tate
So many minds to educate
Still unmarried at twenty-eight
In Schmigadoon
Farmer McDonough craved a son
But had one daughter and was done
Touch 'er and you'll answer to my gun
In Schmigadoon
Ow!
Sorry, Pete
I'm okay
Florence is the mayor's wife
She is not the sharpest knife
Doc is here when we get sick
A cocaine pill should do the trick
A cocaine pill should do the trick
Uh, can I get one of those?
Danny Bailey runs our fair
All young ladies best beware
Mildred Layton is her name
I make sure we all feel shame
She makes sure we all feel shame
Shame, shame, shame, shame
Everybody, everybody feel shame, woo
It's the Mayor
As Mayor of Schmigadoon
I feel that I must stress
Our motto is
We always strive for peace and happiness
Our motto is
We always strive for peace and happiness
Are you crying?
It's just the harmonies
Everybody
Schmigadoon
Where the church bells ring every day at noon
And the Wells Fargo wagon brought our new spittoon
Schmigadoon
Where a man can dream dreams so big and wide
And a gal can be there right by his side
And there's hope for all, whether great or small
There's no fol-de-rol, bring your parasol
And we call it Schmiga—
Schmiga, Schmiga, Schmiga, Schmiga
S-C-H-M-I-G-A-D-O-O-O
Schmigadoon
Welcome to our little town
Where friends are all you'll meet
And you will never see a frown
Hey, everyone!
Hey there, Pete!
We bet you're probably wonderin' what we call
The most beautiful, wonderful, magical place of all
What is happening? Who are they singing to?
I don't know, it must be something they do for tourists, ooh, like Colonial Williamsburg
Schmigadoon
Where the sun shines bright from July to June
And the air's as sweet as a macaroon
Schmigadoon
Excuse me, we did not buy tickets, you are getting no money from us
Stop it, let them sing
Schmigadoon
Where it's warm and safe as a new cocoon
And our hearts all glow like a harvest moon
Schmigadoon
Schmigadoon
Where the men are men and the cows are cows
And the farmers smile as they push their plows
And the trees are tall, and we call it Schmigadoon
Oh, come on, this is fun
Fun? This is Children of the Corn
Our schoolmarm is Emma Tate
So many minds to educate
Still unmarried at twenty-eight
In Schmigadoon
Farmer McDonough craved a son
But had one daughter and was done
Touch 'er and you'll answer to my gun
In Schmigadoon
Ow!
Sorry, Pete
I'm okay
Florence is the mayor's wife
She is not the sharpest knife
Doc is here when we get sick
A cocaine pill should do the trick
A cocaine pill should do the trick
Uh, can I get one of those?
Danny Bailey runs our fair
All young ladies best beware
Mildred Layton is her name
I make sure we all feel shame
She makes sure we all feel shame
Shame, shame, shame, shame
Everybody, everybody feel shame, woo
It's the Mayor
As Mayor of Schmigadoon
I feel that I must stress
Our motto is
We always strive for peace and happiness
Our motto is
We always strive for peace and happiness
Are you crying?
It's just the harmonies
Everybody
Schmigadoon
Where the church bells ring every day at noon
And the Wells Fargo wagon brought our new spittoon
Schmigadoon
Where a man can dream dreams so big and wide
And a gal can be there right by his side
And there's hope for all, whether great or small
There's no fol-de-rol, bring your parasol
And we call it Schmiga—
Schmiga, Schmiga, Schmiga, Schmiga
S-C-H-M-I-G-A-D-O-O-O
Schmigadoon