Act Ii: Finale - Barbara Cook, Robert Preston

While a hundred and ten cornets played the air…

Then I modestly took my place

As the one and only bass

Then I oompa’d up and down the square

Good night my someone

Good night my love

With a hundred and ten cornets right behind

Our star is shining

It’s brightest light

There were horns

Of every shape and kind…

Sweet dreams be yours dear

If dreams there be

While a hundred and ten cornets played the air

I wish I may

And I wish I might

Now good night

My someone

Good night.