The cast of Half a Sixpence performs a rapid-fire musical number about a photographer capturing history. They rattle through Adam and Eve, Napoleon and Josephine, and other moments while shouting "Hold it!" and "Say cheese," mixing comedy, wordplay, and ensemble coordination into a theatrical snapshot of the past.
performs the energized number.
Dress up in a morning suit. How could you all not laugh?
He barely came back in his prime to a trip to Gretna Greens. There has always been a photographer to record the ABC.
Hold it!
Picture box, video, pop, pop, pop, pop. Stick it in the fan, Nick.
Now go. Hold it.
I need one more picture, please.
Hold it.
Now everyone say cheese.
Cheese.
Something happened long ago when man was in his prime. And what we are, we only know from the snaps they took at the time. First, when Adam and Eve in their birthday suit decided to get wed. When Adam was about to taste some fruit, the man The man with the camera said, "Hold it!
Hold it!" That's right, one more picture, one more picture, one more shot.
Poor old Eve, there was nothing on, face all red and a big lip on her head.
Stampede, made all the big bass jump. One picture, one picture, on to the other.
See you in the family, how about?
Hold it!
And move the silly tree.
Hold it!
I can't quite You've read it in a folio or seen a Shakespeare play.
How true it felt for him in the very moment when he tumbled down the orchard wall to reach his little fella.
When he tumbled, she began to bawl as he floated through the air.
Hold it.
Let's give it one more bounce.
Hold it.
Now watch me outside that.
Had several wives, including Annemaline. He made an album of their lives with all their photos in. And Annemaline was on her knees, dressed in her very best robe. When Napoleon married Josephine there is just the same Purdue.
He galloped home from the battle seat on the way to Waterloo and as he came from all the bourgeois where she sat she said to him in French of course What have I— Oh, I did not know this!
When Napoleon married Josephine, there was just the same to-do.
He galloped home from the battle scene on the way to Waterloo.
And as he came from all his loss to the boudoir where she sat, she said to him—
in French, of course. As he took off his big, hot hat, she—
she—
there she was, wicka wicka dawg, all caught up in her new love.
