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He may not always say
What you would have him say But now and then he'll say something wonderful The thoughtless things he'll do Will hurt and worry you Then all at once he'll do something wonderful He has a thousand dreams that won't come true You know that he believes in them And that's enough for you You'll always go along with Defend him when he's wrong And tell him when he's strong He is wonderful He'll always need your love And so you'll get you're love A man who needs your love Can be wonderful |
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Some people can get a thrill, knitting sweaters and sitting still
That's okay for some people don't know they're alive Some people can thrive and bloom, living life in a living room That's perfect for some people of one hundred and five But I... at least gotta try When I think of all the sights that I gotta see And all the places I gotta play, All the things that I gotta be at Come on papa, what'd'ya say? Some people can be content, playin' bingo and payin' rent That's livin' for some people, for some hum-drum people - to-oo be But some people - ain't me I had a dream, a wonderful dream, papa All about June in the Orpheum circuit Give me a chance, I know I can work it, Uhh, what a dream And it was just as real as could be, papa Well just listen to me, there I was in Mr Orpheum's office And he was sayin' to me - Rose! Get yourself some new orchestrations, new routines and red velvet curtains Get a feathered hat for the baby, photographed in front of the theatre Get an agent and in jig time, you'll be bein' booked in the big time Oh what a dream, a wonderful dream, papa And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, Papa, that's it That's what he said papa, only eighty-eight bucks, papa It's uh, yeah, but it's only eighty-eight bucks It's not like I'm askin' for a second mortgage on this place What d'ya gettin so crick, why you gettin' crazy, it's eighty-eight lousy bucks What do you mean I ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents outta you Well, I'll get it, and I'll get my kids - OUT - NOW Goodbye, to blueberry pies, good ridance to all the socials I had to go to All the lodges that I had to play, all the shriners I said hell |
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> What did I have that I don't have?
What did he like that I lost track of? What did I do that I don't do the way I did before? What isn't there that once was there? What have I got a great big lack of? Something in me that he could see That beckons to him no more Oh, I'm just a victim of time Obsolete in my prime Out of date and outclassed, by my past What did he love that there's none of? What did I lose the sweet warm knack of? Wouldn't I be the late great me, if I knew how? What did I have I don't have now? What did he see that's gone in me? What did I use that now I'm shy of? Why is the sequel never the equal? Why is there no encore? Where can I go to repair? All the wear and the tear 'Till I'm once again the previous me What did he like that I am not like? What was the charm that I've run dry of? What would I give if my old know how Still knew how? What did I have I don't have now? What did he love that there's none of? What did I have I don't have now? |
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You have to understand the way I am, Mein Herr. A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, Mein Herr. You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, Mein Herr. So I do, What I do, When I'm through Then I'm through And I'm through Toodaloo! Bye-Bye, Mein Leiber Herr, Fare-Well, Mein Leiber Herr, It was a fine affair But now it's over. And though I used to care, I need the open air, You're better off without me, Mein Herr! Don't dab your eye, Mein Herr, Or wonder why, Mein Herr, I've always said, That I was a rover. You musn't knit your brow, You should've known by now, You've every cause to doubt me, Mein Herr! The continent of Europe is so wide, Mein Herr, Not only up and down, but side to side, Mein Herr, I couldn't ever cross it if I tried, Mein Herr, But I do, What I can, Inch by inch, Step by step, Mile by mile, Man by man! Bye-Bye, Mein Leiber Herr, Fare-Well, Mein Leiber Herr, It was a fine affair But now it's over. And though I used to care, I need the open air, You're better off without me, Mein Herr! Don't dab your eye, Mein Herr, Or wonder why, Mein Herr, I've always said, That I was a rover. You musn't knit your brow, You should've known by now, You've every cause to doubt me, Mein Herr! Bye-bye, Mein Lieber Herr, Auf wiedersehen, Mein Herr. Es war sehr gut, Mein Herr Und vorbei. Du kennst mich wohl, Mein Herr, Ach, lebe wohl, Mein Herr. Du sollst mich nicht mehr sehen, Mein Herr. Bye-Bye Mein Leiber Herr! Und Vorbei! Mein Herr! And bye-bye! Bye-Bye, Mein Leiber Herr, Fare-Well, Mein Leiber Herr, It was a fine affair But now it's over. And though I used to care, I need the open air, You're better off without me, You're get on without me, Mein Herr! |
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Money...Money
Money makes the world go around ...the world go around ...the world go around. Money makes the world go around It makes the world go 'round. A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound ...a buck or a pound ...a buck or a pound. Is all that makes the world go around That clinking, clanking sound... Can make the world go 'round Money money money money Money money money money Money money money... If you happen to rich And you feel like a night's entertainment You can pay for a gay escapade. If you happen to be rich and alone And you need a companion You can ring (ting-a-ling) for the maid. If you happen to be rich And you find you are left by your lover, And you moan and you groan quite a lot You can take it on the chin, Call a cab and begin to recover On your 14-karat yacht! WHAT!? Money makes the world go around ...the world go around ...the world go around. Money makes the world go aroung Of that we both are sure... *rasberry sound* on being poor! Money money money money Money money money money Money money money... When you haven't any coal in the stove And you freeze in the winter And you curse to the wind at your fate. When you haven't any shoes on your feet, Your coat's thin as paper, And you look 30 pounds underweight When you go to get a word of advice From the fat little pastor, He will tell you to love evermore. But when hunger comes to rap, rat-a-tat rat-a-tat at the window *knock knock* (at the window) Who's there? (hunger) oh, hunger!! See how love flies out the door... For, money makes the world go around ...the world go around ...the world go around. Money makes the world go 'round The clinking, clanking sound of... Money money money money Money money money money... Get a little, get a little Money money money money... Mark, a yen, a buck or a pound, That clinking, clanking, clunking sound, Is all that makes the world go 'round, It makes the world go 'round! |
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Maybe this time, I'll be lucky
Maybe this time, he'll stay Maybe this time For the first time Love won??쨈t hurry away He will hold me fast I'll be home at last Not a loser anymore Like the last time And the time before [Chorus] Everybody loves a winner So nobody loves me 'Lady Peaceful', 'Lady Happy,' That's what I long to be All the odds are in my favor Something's bound to give in, It's got to happen, happen sometime Maybe this time I'll win [Chorus] |
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What good is sitting alone
In your room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. Time for a holiday. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Come taste the wine, COme hear the band. Come blow a horn, Start celebrating; Right this way, Your table's waiting. No use permitting Some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away. Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie, With whom I shared Four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn't waht you'd call A blushing flower... As a matter of fact She rented by the hour. The day she died the neighbors Came to snicker: "Well, that's what comes From too much pills and liquor." But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, She was the happiest... corpse... I'd ever seen. I think of Elsie to this very day. I remember how she'd turn to me and say: "What good is sitting alone In you room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. Time for a holiday. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret." And as for me, I made my mind up, back in Chelsea, When I go, I'm going like Elsie. Start by admitting, From cradle to tomb Isn't that a long a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Only a Cabarert, old chum And I love a Cabaret. |
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Sometimes you're happy
And sometimes you're sad But the world goes round And sometimes you lose Every nickel you had But the world goes round Sometimes you're dreams get broken in pieces But that doesn't matter at all Take it from me, there's still going to be A summer, a winter, a spring and a fall And sometimes a friend starts treating you bad But the world goes round And sometimes your heart breaks With a deafing sound Somebody loses, and somebody wins And one day it's kicks And it's kicks in the shins But the plant spins And world goes round and round Sometimes you're happy and sometimes your sad But the world goes round And sometimes you lose Every nickel you had But the world goes round Sometimes your dreams get broken in pieces But that shouldn't altar a thing Take it from me, there's till going to be A summer, a winter, a fall and a spring And sometimes a friend starts treating you bad But the world goes round And sometimes your heart breaks With a deafing sound Somebody loses, and somebody wins And one day it's kicks then it's kicks in the shins But the planet spins And the world goes round And round and round and round and round The world goes round And round And round And round |
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Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it New York, New York I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York New York, New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps And find I'm a number one, top of the list These little town blues are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York, New York |
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I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel The chestnut tree The wishing well I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you |
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