Saturday, February 7, 2009

He Vas My Boyfriend

“Young Frankenstein” is among my favorite moviefeldmans of all time. Like “Pride and Prejudice” and reading that book once every twelve months or so, “Young Frankenstein” is one of those movies I try to watch every year. Of all the Mel Brooks movies that I’ve seen (and granted, I have not seen them all) this is my favorite. It’s smoother, classier, the performances are more subtle, the writing is slightly less in-your-face-bawdy, though its got plenty of bawd.

Gene Wilder, Madeline Kahn, Peter Boyle, Marty Feldman, Cloris Leachman, Teri Garr – what a wonderful cast. I could go on and on – I don’t think there was a stand out – it all worked so well - the self absorbed Elizabeth by Madeline Kahn, Frederick von Frankenstein’s (that’s Franken-steen) growing desperation, Teri Garr and Inga’s lovleachman bluchering sensuality, the beautiful Marty Feldman as Igor (“Well they were wrong then, weren’t they?”)

Cloris Leachman as the outwardly cold and repressed but her passion burning with the heat of one thousand suns as Frau Blucher and her longing for her beloved Victor.

I was listening to my Sirius satellite radio yesterday and fell on the Broadway Channel and got a load of Andrea Martin singmartin frauing “He Vas My Boyfriend” from Broadway’s rendition of “Young Frankenstein”. I loved it, ran home and shared it with my daughter and wanted to share it with you.

“I'll never forget the first time I met Victor. It vas on the village green, at the annual bock beer festival, where every beer -- cost a bock.”

He Vas My Boyfriend - Andrea Martin

[Frau Blucher]
Love comes when you least suspect it,
love dances in on a whim,
I thought maybe I could direct it,
But I never expected...
A guuy like him.

He was a bully und a brute,
he vas as crazy as a coot,
still I didn't give a hoot,
He vas my boyfriend!

With ev'ry voman he vould flirt,
He alvays treated me like dirt,
But I vas happy to be hurt,
He vas my boyfriend!

I vas as pure as a virgin meadow,
lying with Vicotr in the gloam.
Then he turned to me, that charmer, whispered, "Let's play farmer."
And plowed me 'til the cows came home!

He vas a monster and a beast,
His midnight bangings never ceased,
it didn't faze me in the least,
He vas my boyfriend!

I'll never forget the first time I met Victor. It vas on the village green,
at the annual bock beer festival, where every beer cost a bock.
I vas an innocent young lamb and he was a dirty old goat.
Ve vere made for each other.
All of a sudden, he took out his paraphernalia and shouted,
"Let's play croquet!", and off to the field ve vent.
He carried his hoops and mallets and I carried his balls.
What a festival! Fun and games all day long. Archery, badminton, potato sack.
Victor won the three-legged race...all by himself. It vas love at first sight.

He vas the one I gave my heart to,
but ve never wed even so,
If I mentioned wedlock,
he'd put me in a headlock!

Vhen I asked to be his wife,
he stabbed me with a kitchen knife,
Ach, where did the good times go?

If he had an angry fit,
I vas the first thing that he'd hit,
but I didn't give a shit...

He vas my boyfriend!


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