Things don't seem to be going well, with Nancy finally standing up to
Bill, and the threat that Oliver might have told Brownlow where Fagin
and his pickpocket gang live. Fagin stops to take stock:
A man's got a heart, hasn't he?
Joking apart -- hasn't he?
And though I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint,
I'm finding it hard to be really as black as they paint.
I'm reviewing the situation:
Can a fellow be a villain all his life?
All the trials and tribulation!
Better settle down and get meself a wife.
And a wife would cook and sew for me,
And come for me, and go for me,
And go for me and nag at me,
The fingers she will wag at me.
The money she will take from me.
A misery, she'll make from me...
I think I'd better think it out again!
A wife you can keep, anyway;
I'd rather sleep, anyway.
Left without anyone in the world,
And I'm starting from now,
So how to win friends and to influence people?
So how?
I'm reviewing the situation:
I must quickly look up ev'ryone I know:
Titled people -- with a station --
Who can help me make a real impressive show!
I will own a suite at Claridges,
And run a fleet of carriages,
And wave at all the duchesses
With friendliness, as much as is
Befitting of my new estate...
"Good morning to you, magistrate!" (beat)
I think I'd better think it out again.
So where shall I go -- somebody?
Who do I know? Nobody!
All my dearest companions
Have always been villains and thieves.
So at my time of life I should start
Turning over new leaves?
I'm reviewing the situation:
If you want to eat -- you've got to earn a bob!
Is it such a humiliation
For a robber to perform an honest job?
So a job I'm getting, possibly,
I wonder who the boss'll be?
I wonder if he'll take to me?
What bonuses he'll make to me?
I'll start at eight and finish late,
At normal rate, and all, but wait!
I think I'd better think it out again.
What happens when I'm seventy?
Must come a time, seventy.
When you're old, and it's cold
And who cares if you live or you die?
The one consolation's the money
You may have put by.
I'm reviewing the situation:
I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay!
You'll be seeing no transformation,
But it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way.
I don't want nobody hurt for me,
Or made to do the dirt for me.
This rotten life is not for me.
It's getting far too hot for me.
Don't want no one to rob for me.
But who will find a job for me.
There is no in between for me,
But who will change the scene for me?
I think I'd better think it out again!
At the end of this wonderful comic/poignant number, when Fagin sings
"but who will change the scene for me", the terrific Sean Kenny stage
begins to revolve into the setting for the next scene.
Widow Corney has married Mr. Bumble to his everlasting regret. Old
Sally wishes to make a dying confession to the workhouse Matron.
Sally admits she robbed Oliver's mother on her deathbed of a golden
locket. Learning that Oliver comes from a rich family, the Bumbles
set out to find him. Bumble winds up at the home of Mr. Brownlow who
has advertised for Oliver's return; Bumble gives him the locket which
turns out to be a likeness of Brownlow's daughter, Agnes.
Nancy shows up at Brownlow's and confesses her part in kidnapping
Oliver, letting slip she had taken him to Fagin's. Brownlow promises
not to have Nancy watched or followed and she promises to bring Oliver
to him that night at midnight on London Bridge. |
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