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The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk |
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Are secretly unhappy men because |
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The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk |
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Get paid for what they do but no applause |
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They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye |
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For anything theatrical and why |
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There's no business like show business |
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Like no business i know |
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Everything about it is appealing |
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Everything the traffic will allow |
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Nowhere could you get that happy feeling |
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When you are stealing that extra bow |
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There's no people like show people |
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They smile when they're low |
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Even with a turkey that you know will fold |
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You may be stranded out in the cold |
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Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold |
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Let's go on with the show |
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The costumes, the scenery, the makeup, the props |
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The audience that lifts you when you're down |
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The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops |
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The sheriff that escorts you out of town |
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The opening when your heart beats like a drum |
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The closing when the customers won't come |
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There's no business like show business |
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Like no business i know |
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You get word the show has started |
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That your favorite uncle died at dawn |
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Top of that your pa and ma have parted |
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You're broken hearted but you go on |
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There's no people like show people |
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They never ever run out of dough |
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Yesterday they told you you would not go far |
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That night you opened and there you are |
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Next day on your dressing room they hung a star |
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Let's go on with the show |
