CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : “Step Up Brethren & Sisters.....”
Step up brethren and sister-en, buy your blessings
So that's the miracle!
Yes ma'am, sister Nurse Apple!
Forty-nine tickets please!
Forty-nine?
We have forty-nine patients in Dr. Detmold's Cookie Jar, I want a ticket for each and every Cookie!
My, oh, my, forty-nine tickets for forty-nine Cookies, reckons up to...
Treasurer, a word with you?
Cooley, you are stupid beyond the dreams of your office. Don't you know those looniеs from Dr. Detmold's Jar will be just as loony after thеy take the waters, as they were before?
Forty-nine full-rate tickets!
If forty-nine people partake of that miracle in one fell group and nothing happens, don't you think someone is going to be suspicious of that water?
Sister Apple, we're fresh out of tickets
No, Mr. Cooley
My dear updated nightingale
No, Mr. Schub
Do you think our miracle can do anything for them?
If dirty old water from a slimy old rock can do anything for anyone?
Exposed, all miracles are fake to you Nurse Apple. Let these happy, hopeful pilgrims be lost and miserable again, Nurse Apple? Let this boom town be a ghost town again, eh? Forty-nine loonies—
Not—!
So that's the miracle!
Yes ma'am, sister Nurse Apple!
Forty-nine tickets please!
Forty-nine?
We have forty-nine patients in Dr. Detmold's Cookie Jar, I want a ticket for each and every Cookie!
My, oh, my, forty-nine tickets for forty-nine Cookies, reckons up to...
Treasurer, a word with you?
Cooley, you are stupid beyond the dreams of your office. Don't you know those looniеs from Dr. Detmold's Jar will be just as loony after thеy take the waters, as they were before?
Forty-nine full-rate tickets!
If forty-nine people partake of that miracle in one fell group and nothing happens, don't you think someone is going to be suspicious of that water?
Sister Apple, we're fresh out of tickets
No, Mr. Cooley
My dear updated nightingale
No, Mr. Schub
Do you think our miracle can do anything for them?
If dirty old water from a slimy old rock can do anything for anyone?
Exposed, all miracles are fake to you Nurse Apple. Let these happy, hopeful pilgrims be lost and miserable again, Nurse Apple? Let this boom town be a ghost town again, eh? Forty-nine loonies—
Not—!
