Dr. Seuss' The Sneetches - Full Version

This is Dr. Seuss' view of prejudice: Some Sneetches have a star on their bellies, and some of them don't. The ones that don't have a star on their bellies are trying to be accepted but wind up being treated like trash. It's a shame that some people today are still prejudice--and proud of it.

(Song) Oh at the edge of each ocean

You'll always find beaches

Beautiful, glorious, florious beaches

Where I meander on peaceful-ous beaches

I frequently find myself thinking of

Sneetches!

Snee Snee! Did you say Sneetches?

Yes S-N-E-E-T-C-H-E-S

Oh S-N-E-E-T-C-H-E-S

Now the Star-bellied Sneetches had bellies with stars

The Plain-bellied Sneetches had none upon thars

No stars on theirr bellies, no stars upon thars

Now those stars weren't so big, they were really quite small

You would think such a thing wouldn't matter at all

But because they had stars, all the star bellied Sneeches would brag,

"We're the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches!"

With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they'd snort

They'd have nothing to do with the plain-bellied sort

"Ronald, remember, when you are out walking

you walk past the Sneetch of that type without talking"

"Keep your snoot in the air

and remember to snort, we have no truck whatever with

plain-bellied sort."

When the star-bellied children

went out to play ball, could a plain belly get in the game?

Not at all. You only could play if your bellies had stars

and the plain bellied children had none upon thars.

"Yar yar your belly's got no stars!"

(Song) twink twink twinkle twinkle lovely little star

twink twink twinkle twinkle stupid little star

if theres one upon your tummy thats just yummy, thats just yummy

if there isn't you're a crummy slummy gummy bummy dummy

that applies likewise to your daddy and your mummy

twink twink twinkle twinkle lovely little star

twink twink twinkle twinkle stupid little star

When the star-bellied Sneetches had frankfurter roasts

or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,

they never invited the plain bellied Sneetches,

they left them out cold

in the dark of the beaches

(Song) from the heights of muba muba, to the gullies of gazoo,

theres no body else who has one

we are the the favorite few who do

and so a toast, raise your marshmallow stick,

a toast, raise your good fellow stick,

and toast the glorious little gimmickick that makes us who we are

sound off, and let the welcome ring

in praise of our exclusive thing

a toast, raise your marshmallow stick,

a toast, raise your good fellow stick,

and toast to belly stars

They kept them away, never let them come near

thats how they treat them, year after year.

They got snobbed, they got snooted, their bottoms got booted

by the star-bellied Sneetches all taunted, and hooted.

"they just are not suited.

no stars upon thars!"

then one day, it seems while the plain-bellied Sneetches were moping

and doping alone on the beaches just sitting there

wishing their bellies had stars, a stranger approached

in the strangest of cars.

"My friends, I have seen they have been treating you mean.

my name is Sylvester McMonkey Mcbean. I know precisely why you are so unhappy

and that I can fix. I am the fix it up chappie."

My prices are low, and I work with great speed, and my work is 100% guaranteed.

By my new patent process of polor potosis of the inner subnuclear subnogitsis

you will get a star like the star-bellied Sneetch

for the mere pultry payment of three dollars each"

"A star? Here?"

"Yes my friend, there. And the first to go through gets the trip at half fare.

thank you, thank you, thank you."

"it works!" "yeah! it works!"

"it works!"

(Song) "them over there, they got stars upon thars!

and we over here, we got stars upon ours!

we got em also, we got em too. We're every little bitty bit as goody good as you!

now we're socially acceptable and at a marshmallow toast.

and you'll have to send us invitations to your frankfurter roast

stars! stars! bless our lucky stars!

all the Sneetches, on the beaches, now got stars upon thars!"

Ladies and gentlemen, we are faced with the most awkward dilemma

we are the true star-bellies, we had them first.

We are still the best Sneetches, and they're still the worst!

Yeah, but how are we going to prove it? which is which?

I can't tell us apart!

Let me through excuse me step aside please, thank you

you don't know me my friends, but calm down if you can

I am here to help the original star-bellied clan.

Those up starts its true, now they have stars like you

but follow me my friends and you know what I'll do?

I'll make you again the best Sneetches on the beaches

and all it will cost you is uh, ten dollars eaches.

Belly stars my dear friends are no longer in style

and i'll have yours off in a very short while

in my wonderous machine which irradicates stars,

then you won't look like Sneetches who have them on thars

Irradicates these? Irradicates these with the greatest of ease

provided you pay your ten bucks, if you please.

Here's ten for the boy and ten for me

thank you

thank you. thank you.

How original! How distinctive! How exclusive!

(Song) Now we know who is who, and there isn't a doubt!

the best kind of Sneetches, are Sneetches without!

the old fashioned custom of walking about

with stars on your belly is O-U-T out!

abdominal stars, we cannot abide.

abdominal stars are abomidable.

abdominal, abomidable

abdominal stars are abomidable

O-U-T OUT! O-U-T OUT!

That old status symbol, is O-U-T OUT!

Then of course, those with stars all got frightfully mad

to be wearing a star now is frightfully bad.

then of course old Sylvester McMonkey Mcbean

invited them into their star off machine.

thank you, thank you.

Then of course from then on. as you probably guess,

things really got into a horrible mess.

All the rest of that day, on those wild screaming beaches,

the fix it up chappie kept fixing up Sneetches.

off again, on again, in again, out again

through the machines they raced round and about again

changing their styles every minute or two

they kept paying money, they kept running through

until neither plain or the star bellies knew

whether this one was that one or that one was this one or

which one was what one, or what one, was who.

Then, when every last cent of their money was spent,

the fix it up chap packed up, and he went.

And he laughed as he drove his car up the beach

"Ha ha! They never will learn

no you can't teach a Sneetch"

But McBean was quite wrong

I am happy to say that the Sneetches

got really quite smarter that day

that day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches

and no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches.

That day all the Sneetches forgot about stars

and whether they had one or not, upon thars.

(Song) A toast, raise your marhmallow stick

a toast, raise your good fellow stick

a toast to the silly gimickick that we have here and thar

sound off and let the welcome ring

so what do your star spangle sing?

A toast raise your marshmallow stick,

a toast, raise your good fellow stick

and poo poo poo to your belly star!