The Vaudevillian Lyrics

	作曲 : Currie
	You take the stage, you're at your best
	They've hushed the stalls at your behest
	You start your act, you sing your songs
	The house is packed, they sing along
	You seem, they say, so very gay
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	The girls you've loved, the times you've known
	The wars you lost, that old trombone
	And now the lines that crease your face
	Are wet with tears and hot with grease
	You know your lines, but God knows what they are
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	You're out of date, they've changed the styles
	They love to hate, they hate to smile
	They start to stamp, they start to boo
	You're some old man, they don't know who
	You've lost your shape, you've lost your "you"
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	A coffin now appears, it's very strange
	They've put it here up on the stage
	They push you in, the trim is plush
	It's very grim, away you're rushed
	And some lament while others disinfect
	The vaudevillian
	And now you take a little nap
	And when you wake the stars are black
	And God is dead and there's this smell
	And you're not feeling very well
	It seems you're dead, oh bloody hell!
	The vaudevillian, one in a million

	zuo qu : Currie
	You take the stage, you' re at your best
	They' ve hushed the stalls at your behest
	You start your act, you sing your songs
	The house is packed, they sing along
	You seem, they say, so very gay
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	The girls you' ve loved, the times you' ve known
	The wars you lost, that old trombone
	And now the lines that crease your face
	Are wet with tears and hot with grease
	You know your lines, but God knows what they are
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	You' re out of date, they' ve changed the styles
	They love to hate, they hate to smile
	They start to stamp, they start to boo
	You' re some old man, they don' t know who
	You' ve lost your shape, you' ve lost your " you"
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	A coffin now appears, it' s very strange
	They' ve put it here up on the stage
	They push you in, the trim is plush
	It' s very grim, away you' re rushed
	And some lament while others disinfect
	The vaudevillian
	And now you take a little nap
	And when you wake the stars are black
	And God is dead and there' s this smell
	And you' re not feeling very well
	It seems you' re dead, oh bloody hell!
	The vaudevillian, one in a million

	zuò qǔ : Currie
	You take the stage, you' re at your best
	They' ve hushed the stalls at your behest
	You start your act, you sing your songs
	The house is packed, they sing along
	You seem, they say, so very gay
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	The girls you' ve loved, the times you' ve known
	The wars you lost, that old trombone
	And now the lines that crease your face
	Are wet with tears and hot with grease
	You know your lines, but God knows what they are
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	You' re out of date, they' ve changed the styles
	They love to hate, they hate to smile
	They start to stamp, they start to boo
	You' re some old man, they don' t know who
	You' ve lost your shape, you' ve lost your " you"
	The vaudevillian, one in a million
	A coffin now appears, it' s very strange
	They' ve put it here up on the stage
	They push you in, the trim is plush
	It' s very grim, away you' re rushed
	And some lament while others disinfect
	The vaudevillian
	And now you take a little nap
	And when you wake the stars are black
	And God is dead and there' s this smell
	And you' re not feeling very well
	It seems you' re dead, oh bloody hell!
	The vaudevillian, one in a million

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