At last! At last! Something new in the show at last Something new, if you please We won't pull the same old wheeze We mean that we won't reprise The chorus of one of the melodies At last! At last! Here's a show that'll end at last Without a reprise and that's news They looked up the Constitution and they couldn't find a word That said we had to sing a song that you'd already heard The finest legal minds have met and everyone agrees That when we reach the finale we don't have to sing a reprise At last! At last! We've come to the end at last It'll all be over soon But we don't intend to croon The composer's favorite tune The one they sang beneath the moon Now we'll explain a reprise It's that certain song they sing all through the show And the one they sing again before you go But the judges met and everyone agrees That we will have to end without a reprise Yes, we will have to end without a reprise In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade No, you can't do that You can't do that You can't sing again about your Easter hat We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave The temp'rature's rising, it isn't surprising She certainly can can-can No, you can't repeat You can't repeat You can't sing again about the can-can heat I've got Harlem on my mind And I'm longing to be lowdown No, you can't do that You can't do that Because if you do we're gonna leave you flat Never mind that introduction for we don't intend to sing The chorus of "How's Chances?" as it wouldn't mean a thing We'd like to sing a song that wasn't written for the score A simple little chorus that they haven't heard before A simple little chorus that you haven't heard before: [Refrain:] Not for all the rice in China Not for all the grapes in France Would I exchange the pleasure That I get with every measure When we dance Not for all the kilts in Scotland Not for all the bulls in Spain Would I give up arriving At your house although you're driving Me insane Not for all the onions in Bermuda Or the cheeses that are made by the Swiss Would I exchange that first kiss That you gave me Not for all the beans in Boston Not for all the steaks in Moore's Would I agree to part with All the joy you filled my heart with When you said, "I'm yours" [Alternate line:] Not for all the knobs on doors