| Celeborn: If someone stood up in a throng And flipped his hair so blonde and long And rode an orc shield down the stairs... You'd notice him. If someone with such dirty hair Yelled, "Behold I am Isildur's heir!" Though he had walked in unawares You'd notice him. And even those like Gollum in his den, Are assured of being noticed now and then. Unless of course that personage should be Invisible... Inconsequential... Me. Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane Shoulda been my name, Mr. Cellophane 'Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. I tell ya Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane Shoulda been my name, Mr. Cellophane 'Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. Suppose you was a little moth, Belonging to a man of L�th, Who'd feed you leaves and stroke your ears. You'd notice him. Suppose you were an elf maid wed And sleeping in a double bed With just one elf for seven thousand years! You'd notice him. An elf like me is made of more than air. With all that glow you?re bound to see him there. Unless of course that elf man next to you Is unimpressive... Undistinguished... You... Know... Who! Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane Shoulda been my name, Mr. Cellophane 'Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. I tell ya Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane Shoulda been my name, Mr. Cellophane 'Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. Never... Even... Know... I'm there. I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time. |
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| to the tune of Mister Cellophane from Chicago by John Kander and Fred Ebb |
| MISTER CELLOPHANE |
| CELEBORN'S DREAM |
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