Overture! Curtain! Lights!
This is it, the height of heights!
No more nursing, rehearsing of parts -
We know every part by heart!
There’s no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Yesterday they told you, you would not go far
That night you open and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they’ve hung a star
Let’s go on with the show!
Another opening, another show,
In Philly, Boston or Baltimoe,
A chance for stagefolks to say “hello,”
Another opening of another show.
I wanna be a producer
With a hit show on Broadway
I wanna be a producer
Lunch at Sardi’s every day
I wanna be a producer
Sport a top hat and a cane
I wanna be a producer
And drive those chorus girls insane!
Give my regards to Broadway,
Remember me to Herald Square
And now it’s…
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Deutschland is happy and gay!
We’re marching to a faster pace
Look out, here comes the master race!
Younger than springtime are you
Softer than starlight are you
Warmer than winds of June
Are the gentle lips you gave me
June is bustin’ out all over
All over the meadow and the hill!
Buds’re bustin’ outa bushes
And the rompin’ river pushes
Ev’ry little wheel that wheels beside the mill!
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
Me and you can go Merry-Go Round
It’s very easy just go up and down
Come on, Come on let’s
Merry-Go, Merry-Go, Merry-Go Round
Boop boop boop
I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving through the sound
And in and out the valley
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Every little bird on Jaybird street
Love to hear the Robin go tweet, tweet, tweet…
Rockin’ Robin, tweet, tweet
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
I thought myself her keeper,
She thought I meant her harm,
She thought I was the archer,
A weather-man of words,
But I could never shoot down,
My high-flying bird.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you can not change
And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score.
And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singin’
Whoo-whoo-whoo
I’ll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I’ll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I’ll sing my visions to the sky high mountains
I’ll sing my song to the free, to the free
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ if it ain’t free,
And, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
Lefty, he can’t sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty’s mouth