Mad Dogs and Englishmen
Noël Coward Lyrics
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When all the citizens retire
To tear their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey
Because the sun is much too sultry
And one must avoid its ultra violet ray
Papalaka papalaka papalaka boo
Digariga digariga digariga doo
Digariga digariga digariga doo
The native grieve when the white
Men leave their huts, because
They're obviously definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to
The Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindoos and Argentines sleep
Firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines
There are lovely screens
To protect you from the glare
In the Malay States
There are hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon
And no further work is done
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete
They're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he
Will impale his solar topee on a tree
Bolyboly bolyboly bolyboly baa
Bolyboly bolyboly bolyboly baa
Habaninny habaninny habaninny haa
Habaninny habaninny habaninny haa
It seems such a shame
When the English claim
The earth that they give rise to
Such hilarity and mirth
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit
Can never understand it
In Rangoon the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun
They put their Scotch or Rye down
And lie down in a jungle town
Where the sun beats down
To the rage of man and beast
The English garb
Of the English sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok
At twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run
Slut mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit
Deplores this stupid habit in Hongkong
They strike a gong and
Fire off a noonday gun
To reprimand each inmate
Who's in late
In the mangrove swamps
Where the python romps
There is peace from twelve till two
Even caribous
Lie around and snooze
For there's nothing else
To do in Bengal to move
At all is seldom, if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
Noël Coward's classic song Mad Dogs and Englishmen is a satirical commentary on the eccentricities of the British upper class set against the backdrop of colonialism. The song suggests that while other cultures have adapted to the hot climates of tropical regions in Asia and Africa by taking siestas during the hottest part of the day, the British refuse to alter their behavior and instead stand out as mad and foolish for braving the midday sun. The opening lines of the song describe the locals retreating to their huts to avoid the sun's heat, while British citizens continue to perspire outside under the intense heat. This, Coward suggests, is due to their misguided belief in their own invincibility and superiority.
Coward peppers the song with nonsensical refrains like "Papalaka papalaka papalaka boo" and "Habaninny habaninny habaninny haa," which add to the rhythmic and almost absurd nature of the song. However, the verses are highly descriptive of the different cultures and customs of the various nations found throughout Asia and Africa, with Coward pointing out that every culture seems to have adapted to the heat except for the British. The lyrics are scathing, but also witty and playful, as Coward delighted in poking fun at British society.
Overall, the song can be seen as a critique of colonialism and the arrogance of British culture, with Coward using humor and satire to highlight the foolishness of British behavior in hot climates. The song remains one of Coward's best-known works, and its popularity endures to this day.
Line by Line Meaning
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
In hot parts of the world, there are specific times of the day
When all the citizens retire
When everyone goes inside and rests
To tear their clothes off and perspire
To remove their clothing and sweat
It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey
It's one of those things that only foolish people follow
Because the sun is much too sultry
Because the sun is too hot
And one must avoid its ultra violet ray
And one should protect themselves against the harmful UV rays.
The native grieve when the white
The natives feel sad when the white
Men leave their huts, because
People are leaving their houses because
They're obviously definitely nuts!
That's crazy!
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Only mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
Go outside in the hottest part of the day
The Japanese don't care to
The Japanese don't want to
The Chinese wouldn't dare to
The Chinese are too afraid to
Hindoos and Argentines sleep
Hindus and Argentinians are sleeping
Firmly from twelve to one
From noon until one o'clock without fail
But Englishmen detest a siesta
But Englishmen don't like to take a nap during this time
In the Philippines
In the Philippines
There are lovely screens
There are screens to block the sun
To protect you from the glare
To protect against the sun's intense bright light
In the Malay States
In the Malay states
There are hats like plates
They have wide-brimmed hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear
Which the British people refuse to wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon
At noon, the locals faint
And no further work is done
No work is accomplished
But mad dogs and Englishmen
But crazy people and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
Go outside during the hottest part of the day
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
It's surprising for the East to see
That though the English are effete
That although the English are perceived as weak
They're quite impervious to heat
They can tolerate the heat very well
When the white man rides every native hides in glee
When a white man walks around, locals run away in joy
Because the simple creatures hope he
They think he will
Will impale his solar topee on a tree
Will accidentally pierce his hat on a tree branch
It seems such a shame
It's such a pity
When the English claim
When the British declare ownership
The earth that they give rise to
The earth that they created
Such hilarity and mirth
Is met with laughter and happiness
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Only crazy people and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
Go outside during the hottest part of the day
The toughest Burmese bandit
Even the toughest Burmese bandit
Can never understand it
Can't comprehend it
In Rangoon the heat of noon
In Rangoon, the heat at noon is
Is just what the natives shun
Something the locals avoid
They put their Scotch or Rye down
They put their drinks down
And lie down in a jungle town
And lie down in the nearby jungle
Where the sun beats down
Where the sun is really hot
To the rage of man and beast
To the anger of everyone and animals around
The English garb
The clothes the British wear
Of the English sahib
Of the English gentleman
Merely gets a bit more creased
Just gets a little bit more wrinkled
In Bangkok
In Bangkok
At twelve o'clock
At noon
They foam at the mouth and run
They get really excited and run around
Slut mad dogs and Englishmen
Only crazy people and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
Go outside during the hottest part of the day
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Only crazy people and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
Go outside during the hottest part of the day
The smallest Malay rabbit
Even the smallest Malay rabbit
Deplores this stupid habit
Thinks this behavior is ridiculous
in Hongkong
In Hong Kong
They strike a gong and
They ring a gong and
Fire off a noonday gun
Shoot a gun at noon
To reprimand each inmate
To scold anyone who's late
Who's in late
Whoever arrives later than expected
In the mangrove swamps
In the swamps filled with mangrove trees
Where the python romps
Where the python moves about
There is peace from twelve till two
It's peaceful there from 12 to 2
Even caribous
Even a caribou
Lie around and snooze
Lies down and sleeps
For there's nothing else
Because there's nothing else
To do in Bengal to move
To do in Bengal
At all is seldom, if ever done
People don't move around much
But mad dogs and Englishmen
But crazy people and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
Go outside during the hottest part of the day
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: NOEL COWARD
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
listen2meokidoki
@richtrophicherbs
All you need to hear and understand is the bit where he sings, "Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun". Or, you can listen again and read the lyrics I have so generously provided just for you, below: PS: Climes means the climate of a region.
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
To take their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules the greatest fools obey
Because the sun is far too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to
The Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve 'til one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines they have lovely screens
To protect you from the glare
In the Malay States there are hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon
And no further work is done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise
For the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete
They're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides
Every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his sola topee
On a tree
It seems such a shame
When the English claim the Earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
He-he-he-he-he-he-he
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon, the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun
They put their Scotch or rye down and lie down
In a jungle town where the sun beats down
To the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit
In Hong Kong they strike a gong
And fire off a Noonday Gun
To reprimand each inmate who's in late
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
There is peace from twelve to two
Even caribou lie around and snooze
For there's nothing else to do
In Bengal to move at all
Is seldom if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday sun
listen2meokidoki
Here are the Lyrics
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
To take their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules the greatest fools obey
Because the sun is far too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to
The Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve 'til one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines they have lovely screens
To protect you from the glare
In the Malay States there are hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon
And no further work is done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise
For the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete
They're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides
Every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his sola topee
On a tree
It seems such a shame
When the English claim the Earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
He-he-he-he-he-he-he
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon, the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun
They put their Scotch or rye down and lie down
In a jungle town where the sun beats down
To the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit
In Hong Kong they strike a gong
And fire off a Noonday Gun
To reprimand each inmate who's in late
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
There is peace from twelve to two
Even caribou lie around and snooze
For there's nothing else to do
In Bengal to move at all
Is seldom if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday sun
Josie Fegan
The piano player deserves an award for sticking with him through those deliberate out of time changes, that's talent.
wurlitzer895
Yes, very true. Whoever was accompanying Mr Coward was a true professional.
wurlitzer895
II don't recall ever hearing better diction than that of dear old Noel Coward. So much talent wrapped up in one man. An all-round entertainer without equal.
richtrophicherbs
I don't understand a word.
wurlitzer895
@richtrophicherbs Sorry to read that. It probably helps that I know the words quite well, having learnt them years ago in hospital awaiting an operation!! It is a great song. Best wishes.
listen2meokidoki
@richtrophicherbs
All you need to hear and understand is the bit where he sings, "Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun". Or, you can listen again and read the lyrics I have so generously provided just for you, below: PS: Climes means the climate of a region.
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
To take their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules the greatest fools obey
Because the sun is far too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to
The Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve 'til one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines they have lovely screens
To protect you from the glare
In the Malay States there are hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon
And no further work is done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise
For the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete
They're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides
Every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his sola topee
On a tree
It seems such a shame
When the English claim the Earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
He-he-he-he-he-he-he
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon, the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun
They put their Scotch or rye down and lie down
In a jungle town where the sun beats down
To the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit
In Hong Kong they strike a gong
And fire off a Noonday Gun
To reprimand each inmate who's in late
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
There is peace from twelve to two
Even caribou lie around and snooze
For there's nothing else to do
In Bengal to move at all
Is seldom if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday sun
richtrophicherbs
@listen2meokidoki fanx!
terrypussypower
Noel Coward and Vivian Stanshall....two of my favourite English eccentrics.
Venture Some
He has never been surpassed as a comic songwriter in English. How remarkable that he should have mastered the performance of the songs, too, as here --- and could focus his performance so effectively within the narrow frame of the close-up camera lens.
Also remarkable that he had so much lung power after forty years of smoking. He never looks tired; never steals a breath.
Clefme
Tom Lehrer was funnier.