People

People,

People who need people,

Are the luckiest people in the world.

We're children, needing other children,

And yet letting a grown-up pride,

Hide all the need inside,

Acting more like children than children.

Lovers

Are very special people,

They're the luckiest people in the world;

With one person, one very special person;

A feeling deep in your soul

Says you are half now you're whole,

No more hunger and thirst,

But first be a person who needs people,

People who need people...

Are the luckiest people in the world...

With one person, one very special person;

A feeling deep in your soul

Says you are half now you're whole,

No more hunger and thirst,

But first be a person who needs people,

People who need people...

Are the luckiest people in the world...

 

Music by Jule Styne. Lyrics by Bob Merril.

Second hand rose

Father has a business

Strictly second hand

Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand

Stuff in our apartment

Came from fatherís store

Even clothes Iím wearing

Someone wore before

Itís no wonder that I feel abused

I never get a thing that ainít been used

Iím wearing second hand hats

Second hand clothes

Thatís why they call me

Second hand Rose

Even our piano in the parlor

Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar

Second hand pearls

Iím wearing second hand curls

I never get a single think thatís new

Even Jake, the plumber,

Heís a man I adore

He had the nerve to tell me

Heís been married before!

Everyone knows that Iím just

Second hand Rose

From second Avenue!

From Second Avenue!

Nu?

 

Written by G. Clarke & J. F. Hanley

Why did I choose you?

Why did I choose you?

What did I see in you?

I saw the heart you hide so well

I saw a quiet man who had a gentle way

A way that caught me in its glowing spell

Why did I want you?

What could you offer me?

A love to last a life time through

And when I lost my heart so many years ago,

I lost it lovingly and willingly to you...

If I had to choose again,

I would still choose you...

 

Written by M. Leonard & H. Martin

He touched me

He touched me,

He put his hand near mine

And then he touched me

I felt a sudden tingle when

He touched me

A sparkle, a glow

He knew it...

It wasnít accidental, no

He knew it

He smiled and seem to tell me so

All through it

He knew it,

I know...

Heís real,

And the world is alive and shining

I feel such a wonderful drive t'wards valentining

He touched me,

I simply have to face the fact

He touched me...

Control myself

And try to act

As if I remember my name

But he touched me...

He touched me...

And suddenly nothing is the same!

ĎCause he touched me...

He touched me...

And suddenly...

Nothing, nothing, nothing is the same!

 

Written by I. Levin & M. Shafer

Free again

Free again

Back to being free again

Back to being me again

With all my precious freedom,

My precious, precious freedom

On my own

Back to being on my own

Back to live the life Iíd known

Before I ever knew him,

Before I ever knew him

Free again, independent me

Free again

Time to call up all the crowd

Raise the roof and shout out loud

Time to have a party, a party

Lucky me,

Take a look at lucky me

Take a look and you can see

How much I love my freedom,

My precious, precious freedom

Simple me, complicated, simple me

Back to where I used to be

Before I ever knew him

Before I ever knew him...

Free again, lucky, lucky me

Free again

Back in circulation, now,

Time for celebration, now

Time to have a party, a party...

Free again, independent me

Free again

Time to call up all the crowd

Raise the roof and shout out loud

Time to have a party!

Lucky me, take a look at lucky, lucky me

Back to where I used to be!

Back to where I used to be!

Free again...

Free again...

Free...

Don't rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to leave,

Just sit and putter,

Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter,

Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to fly,

I've simply got to,

If someone takes a spill,

it's me and not you,

Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

I'll march my band out,

I'll beat my drum,

And if I'm fanned out,

Your turn at bat, sir,

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,

I guess I didn't make it

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection,

A freckle on the nose of life's complexion,

The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye.

I gotta fly once,

I gotta try once,

Only can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,

I gotta have my bite, sir.

Get ready for me love,

'Cause I'm a "comer"

I simply gotta march,

My heart's a drummer

Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,

I'm gonna live and live now!

Get what I want,

I know how!

One roll for the whole shebang!

One throw that bell will go clang,

Eye on the target and wham,

One shot, one gun shot and bam!

Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am...

I'll march my band out,

I'll beat my drum,

And if I'm fanned out,

Your turn at bat, sir,

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,

I guess I didn't make it

Get ready for me life,

'Cause I'm a "comer"

I simply gotta march,

My heart's a drummer

Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!

 

Music by J. Styne and Lyrics by Bob Merril

My coloring book

For those who fancy coloring books

As certain people do

Here's a new one for you

A most unusual coloring book

The kind you never see

Crayons ready, very well

Begin to color me

These are the eyes that watched him

As he walked away

Color them gray

This is the heart that thought

He would always be true

Color it blue

These are the arms that held him

And touched him then lost him somehow

Color them empty now

These are the beads I wore

Until she came between

Color them green

This is the room I sleep in

Walk in and weep in

Hiding that nobody sees

Color it lonely, please

This is the man

The one I depended upon

Color him gone...

 

Written by F. Ebb & J. Kender

Sam, you made the pants too long

Trousers drag on,

Slowly drag on through the street

Yes, I'm walking,

But I'm walking without feet

Iím not finding foot at all

With what's too big and what's too small

But Sam,

Sam, you promised me both ends would meet

You made the coat and vest fit the best

You made the linen nice and strong

But Sam, you made the pants too long

You made the tip lapel look so oh swell

Who am I to say that you're wrong?

But Sam, you made the pants too long

They got the belt, and they got suspenders

So what can they lose?

But what good are belts,

What good suspenders

When the pants are hanging over the shoes?

You feel the winter breeze up and down the knees

The belt is where the tie belongs

íCause Sam, Sam, Sam,

You made the pants too long

You know what I mean, Sam?

 

Written by S. Lewis, V. Young, F. Whitehouse & M. Berle

My man

Oh, my man,

I love him so,

Heíll never know

All my life is just despair,

But I donít care

When he takes me in his arms

The world is bright, all right...

Whatís the difference if I say

Iíll go away

When I know Iíll come back on my knee someday

For whatever my man is,

I am his forever more

It cost me a lot,

But thereís one thing that Iíve got,

itís my man

Cold and wet tired, you bet,

But all that I soon forget,

Iíll soon forget with my man

Heís not much for looks

And no hero out of books,

Heís my man

Two or three girls has he

That he likes as well as me,

but I love him...

Oh, my man, I love him so,

Heíll never know

All my life is just despair, but I donít care

When he takes me in his arms

The world is bright, all right...

Whatís the difference if I say

Iíll go away

When I know Iíll come back on my knee someday

For whatever my man is,

I am his forever more

 

Written by I. Bibo, L. Woods & M. Yvain

Gotta move

Gotta move,

Gotta get out

Gotta leave this place,

Gotta find some place

Some other place,

Some brand new place

Some place where each face that I see

Won't be staring back at me

Telling me what to be and how to be it

Some place where I can just be me

Gotta move,

Got to get out

Gotta leave this town,

Gotta find some town

Some big new town,

Some bright new town

Some new town with new places, new lives

And most of all some new faces

Gotta find a man, a new man

A man who won't worry 'bout where I go

A man who wont ask how I learned what I know

A man who will know that you've gotta be free

A man who will know when to just let me be

Gotta move,

Gotta get out

Gotta change my life,

Gotta find my life

I'll find me a place in some new town and baby

And when I find me that new place, then maybe ours,

Gotta leave this town

Gotta leave this place

Gotta find a new man...

Gotta move!

 

Written by P. Matz

Happy days are here again

So long sad times

Go long bad times

We are rid of you at last

Howdy gay times

Cloudy gray times

You are now a thing of the past

Happy days are here again

The skies above are clear again

So let's sing a song of cheer again

Happy days are here again

Altogether shout it now

There's no one

Who can doubt it now

So let's tell the world about it now

Happy days are here again

Your cares and troubles are gone

There'll be no more from now on

From now on...

Happy days are here again

The skies above are clear again

So, let's sing a song of cheer again

Happy times

Happy nights

Happy days are here again!

 

Music and Lyrics by J. Yellen & M. Ager

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