You're A D'ysquith - Jane Carr/Bryce Pinkham
Written by：Steven Lutvak/Robert L. Freedman
Miss Shingle：
Have you heard of the d'ysquith family
Monty：
The d'ysquiths why yes of course hasn't everyone
Miss Shingle：
Then you've heard of highhurst castle
Monty：
Of course
Miss Shingle：
You're aware then of their position their vast wealth and influence
Monty：
Yes yes what's it got to do with me
Miss Shingle：
You're a d'ysquith
Monty：
What
Miss Shingle：
You're a d'ysquith
Monty：
No
Miss Shingle：
Ha ha oh
The d'ysquith blood is flowing through you
Monty：
Me a d'ysquith
Miss Shingle：
A genuine bona fide d'ysquith
Monty:
Rubbish
Miss Shingle:
Of course of course
Ya don't believe me do you
Monty：
You must be mad
Miss Shingle：
Very well then if your mother was not a d'ysquith what was her maiden name
Monty：
She always insisted that the only name that mattered whispered was my fathers
Miss Shingle：
Your mother
Lived like a princess in every way
A daughter of lord maximillian
Till she met your father one fateful day
She knew it was love and yet
The family declared she'd been led astray
By a climbing conniving castilian
Oh let him go
Or else you'll know
A life you will live to regret
This was no idle threat
You're a d'ysquith
You're a perfectly breedable d'ysquith
And a d'ysquith does her duty
Don't forget
There was nothing your mother could say
She eloped with your father the very next day
Monty：
So she was disinherited
Miss Shingle：
In a word yes despicable the lot of them
Monty：
How awful
Miss Shingle：
Your mother
Made me promise I'd never tell
But now she is no longer living
She wanted to spare you her private hell
But I think you deserve to know
Take this knowledge and use it well
The family may yet be forgiven
This will guarantee
You've a right to be
On the family tree
And it seems to be
Indisputably
Head to toe
You're a d'ysquith
A d apostrophe y squith
A there can be
No other way to view it
Montague you're a d'ysquith
Monty：
I'm all of a sudden a d'ysquith
Miss Shingle：
Yes
And it's time
That everybody knew it
A you are the son of the daughter
Of the grandson
Of the nephew
Of the second earl of highhurst your turn
Monty：
I am the son of the daughter
Of the
Both：
The grandson
Of monty oh sorry the nephew
Of the second earl of highhurst
Monty：
The thought occurred why should I believe a woman who might very well be insane
And yet there seems to be an air of authenticity to this document
I'm a d'ysquith
Miss Shingle：
You're a d'ysquith
Monty ：
It would seem I'm a d'ysquith
Miss Shingle：
You're a d'ysquith
Montague
I picture you
At highhurst
Monty ：
Yesterday I was monty navarro
Miss Shingle：
You could be an earl tomorrow
Monty：
And highhurst could be my hurst
I'm a d'ysquith
Miss Shingle：
You're a d'ysquith
Both：
A d'ysquith
A d'ysquith
A d'y squi
