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[Featuring: Bernadette Peters & Spohia Caruso] |
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Darling every Saturday it's our tradition |
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I give you a nickel for a day's admission |
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Then mommy has to run |
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Ah, but that won't stop your fun |
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Cause you get to see whose shoes you fit |
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Hey, Grauman! Can you babysit? |
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[Spoken] |
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[Young Norma Jeane:] Mom, do you have to leave me alone here? |
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[Gladys:] Norma Jeane, you know I have to work and what do you mean alone? |
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This place is full of people! |
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And not just people, stars! Nothing bad could ever happen to you here! |
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[Sung] |
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Some folks wish on stars above |
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They want money, fame and love |
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We like our stars more concrete |
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So the stars that you're wishin' on are |
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At your feet |
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Some like night to dream what's not |
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We prefer this sunny spot |
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To see the light, and feel the heart |
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When the stars that you're wishin' on are |
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At your feet |
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I have to work each Saturday |
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So my baby sees the matinee |
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You watch the movie, then rush out |
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And put your left foot and your right foot in |
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And shake those dreams about |
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Most girls dream to touch the sky |
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Wide awake is when we fly |
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Down the boulevard |
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Where it's hard to not feel high |
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Where you hear the song, and feel the beat |
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Cause the stars that you're wishin' on are |
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At your feet |
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[Spoken] |
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[Gladys:] Now go on, Norma Jeane, go see whose hands match yours! |
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[Young Norma Jeane:] Momma, who's your favorite? |
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[Sung] |
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Mary Pickford, Clara Bow |
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Their impressions make a show |
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And you're in a front row seat |
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Where the stars that you're wishin' on are |
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At your feet |
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Tap in time with Fred Astaire |
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Maybe someday, you'll be there |
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Ginger Rogers, can't compete |
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When the stars that you're wishin' on are |
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At your feet |
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We don't watch the skies for a star's ascent |
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We prefer a square of wet cement |
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With famous names that fill the screen |
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And maybe someday one will spell out |
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"Norma Jeane!" |
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Maybe someday one will spell out |
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"Norma Jeane!" |
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It's showtime, let the dream begin |
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With each star who's ever been |
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Step inside the footsteps that you should follow in |
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So, I leave you in the best of hands |
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In this most Chinese of wonderlands |
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Your dreams will truly be complete |
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When the stars that you're wishin' on are |
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At your feet! |
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Ain't she sweet! |