[KATHARINE, PETRUCHIO, LUCENTIO & BIANCA]
A troupe of strolling players are we

[KATHARINE]
Not stars like L.B. Mayer’s are we

[KATHARINE, PETRUCHIO, LUCENTIO & BIANCA]
But just a simple band
Who roams about the land
Dispensing fol-de-rol frivolity
Mere folk who give distraction are we

[PETRUCHIO]
No Theatre Guild attraction are we

[KATHARINE, PETRUCHIO, LUCENTIO & BIANCA]
But just a crazy group
That never ceases to troop
Around the map of little Italy

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona

[KATHARINE]
Lots of laughs in Cremona
[KATHARINE, PETRUCHIO, LUCENTIO & BIANCA]
Our next jump is Parma
That dopey, mopey menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again, where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona

[LUCENTIO]
Lotsa quail in Cremona

[KATHARINE, PETRUCHIO, LUCENTIO & BIANCA]
Our next jump is Parma
That heartless, tartless menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again, where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona

[BIANCA]
Lotsa dough in Cremona
[KATHARINE, PETRUCHIO, LUCENTIO & BIANCA]
Our next jump is Parma
That stingy, dingy menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again, where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa bars in Cremona

Our next jump is Parma
That beerless, cheerless menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again, where?

In Venice!