The Hatpin by The Hatpin Original Cast Lyrics
(Clara)
Good girl
Just like mother and father
We are, all of us
Good people
Good people
That’s what other good people say
She’s a good mother
He’s a good father
Oh, they work very hard to be good
Try a little harder
Smile a little harder
That’s what Mother teaches, because happiness is becoming, and goodness is rewarded
When you make a decision
Make it quickly
These are Father’s lessons, good choices beget goodness, and goodness is rewarded
Good people, they are
Good people
Because that’s what we say they are
And a good daughter
I’m a good daughter
And what a good daughter I’ve been so far
To be a good daughter
There were things to remember
Things that I’ve practiced to say
And Father, look how good I’m being
Remembering all of those words today
Mother must be thrilled
No fingers in my mouth
Thank heavens she has freed my lips for the truth of all this to spill out
Damp out, isn’t it
Damp out today
If only they were getting this rain out in a country that needed it today
[?]
[?]
Porched she is spoiled, with a hat on crook’d, and her poisoned, peculiar little looks
Steal away, steal away
A book like that would sell in stores
Steal away, steal away
And mother and father
What a story it is
This story is all yours
Money, Miss Leonard, Money, Miss Collins
Money, Miss Rigbee, Where’s the money, Mrs. Potter?
Money, Miss Davies, Money, Miss O’Connor
Money, Miss Franklin
So much money, your Honor
Baby’s out, Miss Murray
So sad you came
All this way
Horace is out in Chippendale
But ten shillings, just the same
A hatpin, your Honor
Is all that it took
A hatpin from Mother’s dresser shelf
She would cover the ear
With a cloth
And Father pushed it in all by himself
It doesn’t hurt, Clara
It’s like testing a pie
It happens in an instant
Then it’s over and good-bye
Now swaddle her up
I’ll swaddle him up
And bury the pie in our yard
Ha!
A hatpin, Sir
And those liars, Sir
Those two things caused all of these tears
They murdered every child
Every wriggling little child
With a hatpin straight through the-
Good people
See? Good people
Such good people with their smiles
And their hatpin
Their dreadful hatpin
And their love for Miss-Whoever’s child!
(Spoken)
Charlie’s not my father!
Mother was pregnant out of wedlock too
With me!
But my real father had nothing
So she married Charlie to spare her the shame
And keep a roof over her ugly head
When he ruined his leg and lost his job
They had to find some way of making ends meet
Read it yourself! She wrote it all down in one of her journals!
(Agatha)
A curse on my child!
I’ll [?] you, you bitch!
*scream*
(Clara)
(Spoken)
We only had Horace a week
A week, Ms. Murray
We had them all a week
Unless you asked questions, unless you came and searched, unless you cared
And when you did, we moved
What a good girl I’ve been to say it
I remembered it all
Every bloody word
Good girl
Just like mother and father
We are, all of us
Good people
Good people
That’s what other good people say
She’s a good mother
He’s a good father
Oh, they work very hard to be good
Try a little harder
Smile a little harder
That’s what Mother teaches, because happiness is becoming, and goodness is rewarded
When you make a decision
Make it quickly
These are Father’s lessons, good choices beget goodness, and goodness is rewarded
Good people, they are
Good people
Because that’s what we say they are
And a good daughter
I’m a good daughter
And what a good daughter I’ve been so far
To be a good daughter
There were things to remember
Things that I’ve practiced to say
And Father, look how good I’m being
Remembering all of those words today
Mother must be thrilled
No fingers in my mouth
Thank heavens she has freed my lips for the truth of all this to spill out
Damp out, isn’t it
Damp out today
If only they were getting this rain out in a country that needed it today
[?]
[?]
Porched she is spoiled, with a hat on crook’d, and her poisoned, peculiar little looks
Steal away, steal away
A book like that would sell in stores
Steal away, steal away
And mother and father
What a story it is
This story is all yours
Money, Miss Leonard, Money, Miss Collins
Money, Miss Rigbee, Where’s the money, Mrs. Potter?
Money, Miss Davies, Money, Miss O’Connor
Money, Miss Franklin
So much money, your Honor
Baby’s out, Miss Murray
So sad you came
All this way
Horace is out in Chippendale
But ten shillings, just the same
A hatpin, your Honor
Is all that it took
A hatpin from Mother’s dresser shelf
She would cover the ear
With a cloth
And Father pushed it in all by himself
It doesn’t hurt, Clara
It’s like testing a pie
It happens in an instant
Then it’s over and good-bye
Now swaddle her up
I’ll swaddle him up
And bury the pie in our yard
Ha!
A hatpin, Sir
And those liars, Sir
Those two things caused all of these tears
They murdered every child
Every wriggling little child
With a hatpin straight through the-
Good people
See? Good people
Such good people with their smiles
And their hatpin
Their dreadful hatpin
And their love for Miss-Whoever’s child!
(Spoken)
Charlie’s not my father!
Mother was pregnant out of wedlock too
With me!
But my real father had nothing
So she married Charlie to spare her the shame
And keep a roof over her ugly head
When he ruined his leg and lost his job
They had to find some way of making ends meet
Read it yourself! She wrote it all down in one of her journals!
(Agatha)
A curse on my child!
I’ll [?] you, you bitch!
*scream*
(Clara)
(Spoken)
We only had Horace a week
A week, Ms. Murray
We had them all a week
Unless you asked questions, unless you came and searched, unless you cared
And when you did, we moved
What a good girl I’ve been to say it
I remembered it all
Every bloody word