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.
Father has a business
Strictly second hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment
Came from father’s store
Even clothes I’m wearing
Someone wore before
It’s no wonder that I feel abused
I never get a thing that ain’t been used
I’m wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That’s why they call me
Second hand Rose
Even our piano in the parlor
Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand pearls
I’m wearing second hand curls
I never get a single think that’s new
Even Jake, the plumber,
He’s a man I adore
He had the nerve to tell me
He’s been married before!
Everyone knows that I’m just
Second hand Rose
From second Avenue!
From Second Avenue!
Nu?
Written by G. Clarke & J. F. Hanley
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 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 wasn’t accidental, no
He knew it
He smiled and seem to tell me so
All through it
He knew it,
I know...
He’s 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!
‘Cause he touched me...
He touched me...
And suddenly...
Nothing, nothing, nothing is the same!
Written by I. Levin & M. Shafer
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 I’d 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 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
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
Trousers drag on,
Slowly drag on through the street
Yes, I'm walking,
But I'm walking without feet
I’m 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
’Cause 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
Oh, my man,
I love him so,
He’ll never know
All my life is just despair,
But I don’t care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, all right...
What’s the difference if I say
I’ll go away
When I know I’ll come back on my knee someday
For whatever my man is,
I am his forever more
It cost me a lot,
But there’s one thing that I’ve got,
it’s my man
Cold and wet tired, you bet,
But all that I soon forget,
I’ll soon forget with my man
He’s not much for looks
And no hero out of books,
He’s 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,
He’ll never know
All my life is just despair, but I don’t care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, all right...
What’s the difference if I say
I’ll go away
When I know I’ll 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 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
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
