FREDDY I win! I win! I WIN, I WIN, I WIN! I get the dough, I get the broad, I'm gettin' rod of Sigmund Fraud I'm gettin' paid For all my work. Plus
Streetsinger: Yeah! Looks like we got a good crowd goin' here tonight on Streetsinger's Row. Streetsinger's Row, that's where we do our little sidewalk
Will soon walk through that door At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy Always able to find you a table There's room for just one more At Fat Sam's Grand Slam
Where do you wander tonight Big brother? Is the world treating you right, Big brother? If you are East or West Listen to my request: Come to your brother
JUDY You need an older woman to teach you One who is barely reaching her prime Who thinks you're fun Not someone to preach to What do you say - let's
A whiskey bottle comforts me And tells me not to cry While a full moon says a prayer for me I try to close my eyes But the night's there to remind
Bigger isn't better Taller isn't braver Stronger isn't always wise Smaller isn't necessarily the lesser Guts can come in any size Lady luck
with propriety, society will say "Marie". But it was Mary, Mary long before the fashions came and there is something there that sounds so square, it's a grand
(Bensen - Fisher -The Four Inkspots) Fats Waller Version of Lyrics: Who's that walkin' round here, Mercy Sounds like baby patter, baby elephant patter
You and me could never hide To busy walking out of stride x2 Take 1 2 3 and 4 or 5 People talking keeps us alive You and me could never hide To busy
Groundhog! Groundhog! Stand, Old Ivy, stand firm and strong. Grand Old Ivy, hear the cheering throng. Stand, Old Ivy, and never yield. Rip, rip, rip
Fanny waits for Eddie to come out of the theatre and tries to explain that she doesn't fit into the chorus because she's got star potential. FANNY:
FANNY & CHORUS When you're down and out Lift up your head and shout There's gonna be a great day Angels in the sky Promise that be by and by There
teakwood tables or silk brocade Or see a bold and brassy night club show, On the most exciting thoroughfare I know. We call it Grant Avenue, San Francisco
On that great come and get it day, Won't it be fun when worry is done and money is hay. That's the time things'll com your way On that great, great come
Chorus 1: I bought a bonnet to suit my face, I had my petticoat trimmed with lace, I looked at the mirror, around I twirled And then I went out in the
PRUDY Don't contradict me! VELMA Don't disobey me! EDNA Don't even think about going to that audition. TRACY, PENNY & AMBER Please! MOMS
WOMEN I gotta get out I gotta get out I gotta get out How'd i get in this slammer This cooler This big dollhouse! MATRON Alright, ladies, welcome to