(Both together)
Tenor and baritone, we are respectively,
We can in merry tone sing most effectively.
Songs in duet, add to our art.
Trio, quartet, each takes his part'
And, oh for the power that a vocalist can sway.
And oh for the music that makes us bright and gay,
For man can be happy with a voice to call his own.
He may either be a tenor, a sweet melodious tenor
Or else a rich, resounding baritone.
He may either be a tenor, a sweet melodious tenor,
Or else a rich resounding baritone.
(Tenor only)
I sing of love in sweetest strain, with songs of all countries and climes,
I sing to fair maidens again and again, for a tenor's in love at all times.
His sweethearts rejoices in several names - Mary, Isabel, Sue.
But it matters not if his heart's aflame, a tenor can ne'er be untrue, untrue.
A tenor is always true.
(Both sing chorus, as above)
(Baritone only)
But the baritone sings of the glorious battle field
He's a soldier or a sailor and his trusty sword he'll wield.
He'll fight for his country and never fear the foe.
He's a most blood-thirsty pirate or a gypsy or a thief.
His many occupations are almost beyond belief
And his voice is so tremendous he can call the world his own.
It's a privilege to be a mighty baritone.
(Both sing chorus again)