Darcy, Darcy, stay awake!
Give that sleepy head a shake!
Brace yourself and get a grip.
Stiffen up that upper lip.
Get your carcass off that couch!
Aunt de Bourgh won't let you slouch!
Shoulders back and drain your face.
Show them all your flawless grace.
Darcy, Darcy, stay awake!
Give that sleepy head a shake!
Brace yourself and get a grip.
Stiffen up that upper lip.
Get your carcass off that couch!
Aunt de Bourgh won't let you slouch!
Shoulders back and drain your face.
Show them all your flawless grace.
Every morning, here I sit.
Champing at the teatime bit.
Rosings parlour, tea in Kent.
Aunt de Bourgh's premier event.
Hate the way she raves and rants.
No one here stands any chance.
Nothing that she's frightened of.
Even scares the Lord above.
Two full hours of huff and puff.
Both my ears have had enough.
Aunt's opinions such a bore.
Even makes the Colonel snore.
Pointless talk goes on and on.
Cousin Anne's about to yawn.
Aunt de Bourgh is talking still.
Throw her through that window sill.
Bennet girl's not here today.
Need to bolt and get away.
Freedom from my aunt's control.
What I need's a little stroll.—what I meant
Awfully hard to sneak away.
Need excuses every day.
Leave the room on some pretext.
Aunt de Bourgh is mighty vexed.