Bryce Pinkham
Foolish to Think
MONTY:
Pigs might fly
Foolish to think she would marry you
Why would she sink so low?
You've only a claim to a noble old name
Who could blame her for saying no?
Foolish to dream she's in love with you
You're a fool to believe that kiss
The man who inspires such breathless desires
Well, that's the man to dismiss
Foolish to hope she would ever see
All that you really are
A man with no trade is no match I'm afraid
For a blade in a motor car
He'll go far
Foolish to pray you will ever be
The fellow she might prefer
Let's have a drink
It's foolish to think
You'll ever stop loving her
On a mythical scale, the D'Ysquiths prevail
On a hill just outside of town
In a castle they love
That is so far above
They're accustomed to looking down
And the family ordains
That the blood in my veins
Is more than a trifle impure
They conspired with each other
Condemning poor mother
To a heartbreaking life she could hardly endure
With no conscience or care
They disposed of an heir to their glorious family tree
Do I lie down and die?
Or determine to try to alter the course of my destiny?
Otherwise what will become of me?
Am I foolish to think that I could ever be
Will I never be more than I am today?
I can see me as man of respect
You could never detect
Had once been so heartlessly cast away
Am I foolish to dream I'll be Earl one day?
A towering man among men?
Then who could deny
Now and then, pigs can fly?
Who will look foolish then?
Who will look foolish
Then?