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first run closes on a sunday |
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new town, curtain on a thursday |
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I'm still waiting for my chance |
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the director says no but I think I'm ready |
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god knows the story is a bore |
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don't you think you've heard this song before |
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one two three four, everybody sing along |
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big smiles, everybody loves a showtune |
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oh leading man, once a star of screen and stage |
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now an alcoholic hollywood cliche |
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I admit I may have had it in for him |
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but I swear I didn't think when I hadn't him the drink |
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he'd end up passed out an lying on the floor |
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the understudy had quit the day before |
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I knew my chance had come at last |
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the curtain went up, the chorus was singing |
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I hit my marks and danced across the floor |
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tonight I'll be the one that they adore |
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oh just keep smiling, keep laughing |
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everybody loves a showtune |
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everybody loves a showtune |
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that's when the man in the fedora |
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grabs my arm and pulls me to the floor |
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I'm shouting, get off of me |
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the curtain goes down, the chorus still singing |
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I'm crawling madly for the door |
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the audience starts calling for an encore |
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I stood and turned and took a bow |
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and smiled for the crowd |
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everybody loves a showtune |
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everybody loves a showtune |
