The Collage- Honk! Lyrics

Drake: 

AS A DRAKE

MY MISTAKE

 WAS LETTING HER GO SEARCHING

FOR MY SON

YEAH, THAT ONE!

IT AIN’T RIGHT.

I’VE SPENT WEEKS FILLING BEAKS

HEARING “DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!”

I’M DEPRESSED

‘ROUND THE NEST

DAY AND NIGHT.

[Dialogue]

WHEN IDA SAID SHE’D GO, I HAD TO LET HER, 

ASHAMED BECAUSE THIS APRON SUITS HER BETTER

WHERE’S THE JOY IN MOTHERHOOD?

AN ENDLESS ROUND OF CHORES THAT HAVE TO BE DONE

THEN WHEN YOU THINK YOU’VE SEEN THE BACK OF THEM, 

YOU FIND IN ACTUAL FACT YOU’RE BACK AT SQUARE ONE.

THERE’S NO JOY IN MOTHERHOOD

OR IF THERE IS IT’S SOMETHING I JUST CAN’T SEE

YET, IDA SEEMS TO COPE WITH ALL OF THIS, 

AND THEN ON TOP OF THAT SHE PUTS UP WITH ME.

Beaky:

(Daddy!)

Drake:

(Now what!)

Ida: 

I WILL SEARCH EVERY POND I WILL SEARCH EVERY STREAM, EVERY RIVER

AND THE BROADEST OF BAYS AND THE WIDEST OF LAKES MUST BE CROSSED

WHILE YOU ARE MISSING FROM MY LIFE, IT’S ME WHO FEELING LOST

WITHOUT YOU I FEEL LOST

Chorus: 

LOOK AT HER

IT’S A SHAME THAT SHE WON’T FACE THE FACT

LOOK AT HER

CAN’T SHE SEE THE WAY THE ODDS ARE STACKED?

Turkey: 

(Have you heard anything from Ida yet?)

Drake:

(Nah, she’s got the cell phone switched off. But the pigeon delivered a note this morning. All it says is, 

I’m here at *Twin Jugs, Minnesota. I don’t know if that’s a place or if she’s just being offensive.)

Chorus (Solo): 

LOOK AT HER (LOOK AT HER)

NOTHING SHAKES HER STRONG BELIEF

Solo:

NOTHING SHAKES HER STRONG BELIEF

Chorus (Solo):

LOOK AT HER (LOOK AT HER)

IT’S SO HARD TO COME TO TERMS WITH GRIEF

Ida:

(And he’s about so high with a rather characteristic “honk.”)

Greylag:

(Sounds like that squaddie. He shot through a while ago. I say he shot through– it was us who were shot through! *It was like Sag Harbor!)

Dot: 

(*I think you mean Pearl Harbor, dear.)

Greylag:

(Here, you can have this map, if it’ll help.)

Chorus (Solo): 

LOOK AT HER (LOOK AT HER)

SO CONVINCED THAT SHE IS GETTING NEAR

Solo:

SO CONVINCED SHE’S GETTING NEAR

Chorus (Solo):

LOOK AT HER (LOOK AT HER)

SHE MAY BE A LITTLE LATE WE FEAR

Solo:

SHE’S A LITTLE LATE WE FEAR

Lowbutt:

(And how do we know you’re not a cat?)

Ida:

(I beg your pardon?)

Lowbutt:

(Well, the last duck who came by here turned out to be a tomcat. One of those nasty transfeatherites.)

Queenie:

(Did somebody say tomcat?)

Chorus: 

AS EACH SEASON SLIPS AWAY

SADLY THERE’S A TREND

COMMON SENSE WOULD SEEM TO SAY

THERE’S NO HAPPY END

Ida:

(And he was last seen heading in the direction of Moorland Farm.)

Cat:

(That’s north of here, isn’t it?)

Ida:

(Yes.)

Cat:

(How very interesting!)

Ida:

(You!)

* “Twin Jugs Minnesota” is the Americanized lyric. The original is “Pratt’s Bottom.”

* “It was like Sag Harbor!” is the Americanized lyric. The original is “Practically brought about our Trafalgar, wot”.

* “I think you mean Pearl Harbor, dear,” is the Americanized lyric. The original is “I think you mean Waterloo, dear.”