The show must go on
To answer all the clamour For oomph and glamour and so on
To captivate Tom, Dick and Harry Each Matilda, Kay and Carrie
Cleopatra and DuBarry Puts her show on
Way back in history Old Adam didn't give a care
There was no mystery A rag, a bone, a hank of hair
But since humanity Discovered vanity
We only know the show must go on
This clever lyrical endeav our Could probably go on forever
But all we're saying is what you know
That glamour is a woman's show
The show most people lik e to view
Is evident in burlesque
That show must go on
The show must go on
To answer all the clamour For oomph and glamour and so on
But since humanity Discovered vanity
We only know the show must go on
But the show we show Is different because
We don't depend on this Nor this for applause
That sort of thing We scornfully dismiss
For
This
We only know the show must go on!
Hey, Genius!
Coming.
Oh, those poor people.
The entertainment can start. The Genius is here.
Don't let the customers hear. The house can be emptied in three minutes.
Listen, kids.
That number's still ragged. On your entrance, keep your heads down.
- Our mothers told us not to do it. - You can't teach old daughters new tricks.
We'll see if I can at 9:00 tomorrow morning.
Rehearsals are at 10.
Go on, you got five minutes to make your change.
Those little dames can sure gripe.
The bigger the gripe, the better the army, Jim.
- And there is a great army. - You're not kidding.
Well, I just won't show up.
I have an appointment at 9:00, and I'll keep it.
It's my chance to get out of here and into the big time.
- What big time? - The big time has nothing to do with 9:00.
- You got a line on a job, Maurine? - You bet I have.
It has nothing to do with 9:00 either, or 10:00.
You can sleep all day.
- I've never heard of a job like that. - No? Here, look for yourself.
Not that I think I'm the most beautiful girl in the world...
but I think I can at least try.
"Vanity's Golden Wedding Girl. Fame and fortune await the girl...
on the cover of Vanity's 50th anniversary number.
Who will she be? She could be you."
How could getting your face on a magazine get you into the big time?
A cover girl's face can unlock any door.
- I've got a face. I'll use it. - I don't understand.
If you can do better, why should Mr. McGuire object?
The McGuire slogan is to get there on your feet, not your face.
Can you imagine me asking him?
My name is Rusty Parker.
Parker.
Could I see Mr. Coudair about the Vanity cover?
Miss Jackson, Mr. Coudair's assistant, does interviews. She'll try to see you.
Thank you.
What on earth are you doing here?
Oh, same thing you are, I guess.
You shouldn't be such a good salesman.
Does Danny know you came?
Well, I didn't tell him, if that's what you mean.
He's gonna be sore at me. But you...
egads, he'll cut you up in little pieces.
Well, he doesn't have to know.
Does he, Maurine?
No, of course not.
Save it, kitties. Don't waste it on me.
That redhead isn't bad.
No, she isn't.
All right, Marion, let the bars down.
Carry on, Colby.
Maurine Martin, please.
Egads, wish me luck.
That girl has a really lovely figure...
if she knew how to walk.
Ever done any modelling?
No, but all you have to do is keep still, isn't it?
That always helps.
Does it matter I've never modelled?
No, in this case, we prefer it.
Now sit down and stand up again several times.
I mean stand.
You're a very pretty girl, little on the brash side, however.
Our girl has to be quiet and demure. After all, the cover is a bride.
Who's the girl with you, the one with the red hair?
Oh, she works in the same joint...
I mean, the same nightclub in Brooklyn I do.
Danny McGuire's. Why?
She's pretty.
Now smile directly at me.
And she looks relaxed.
If only you gals could realise how important it is to be quiet and relaxed.
Nice teeth.
Keep your nightlife down and your hopes up. You may hear from us.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
B.J. Graham.
Are my seams straight?
They're all right, darling.
Don't make the mistakes I made.
Keep talking and move around a lot. Be animated.
That's what they're after. Even if you overdo it, be animated.
Don't relax for a minute. Don't let her know you're new.
Say anything, but impress it on her you've modelled before.
- But I haven't. - Rusty Parker.
Don't forget. Be animated.
Hello! How do you do?
My name is Rusty Parker. And you're Miss Jackson.
I've heard so much about you.
I suppose you've noticed I'm so full of animation...
it's impossible for me to sit still.
My grandmother said it's because my glands worked right.
I suppose you'd like to know about my experience.
I've done so much, all kinds of things.
I've been on more bottles... Cold cures are my specialty.
You know, sneezes and animated stuff, things like that.
I have some photographs here...
I'd rather you wouldn't take them out.
I don't feel up to capturing them if they get loose.
I think there's something you can take. I'd find out about it.
Take? For what?
Those glands. They're going to turn on you one of these days.
But why can't I be the Golden Wedding Girl, Mr. Coudair?
Your face is familiar to everyone who picks up a magazine.
- I want a new face. - I don't blame you. So do I.
What is a new face anyway? I hear about them, but I've never seen one.
All right, Mr. Coudair.
But I don't know how a bride can be new and experienced at the same time.
- May I come in? - It won't do you any good.
Your face isn't new enough.
Fine thing!
I saw the Golden Wedding Dress. It's a dream. Don't you love it?
For now, there's nothing about this contest I love. It's beautiful.
If you got me a dress like that, I'd marry anybody.
Then I'll be very careful not to, Jinx. We need you in our business.
Stonewall, there's the layout.
The dress is ready. There's the deadline. Where's the face?
I have brought you 10,000 batches of photographs by slow count.
Colby and I have been looking too. You're very hard to please.
- You don't know what you want. - I know exactly what I want.
- I want a girl with a story in her eyes. - Drawing room or smoking room?
What does a young girl think about when she's going down the aisle?
That's the look I want...
that young, wondering, misty look.
Well, now we have a clue, Jinx. She must be misty.
I can find you a lot of foggy ones.
Thanks for helping us, Jinx.
Somebody helped me to get started, didn't they? Bye.
John, I'm desperate.
There isn't a thing that Harry Conover hasn't made well-known...
except this one. She's at least new. We've got to choose somebody.
Very pretty girl. Let me go take a look at her.
This mania you have for peering at these creatures in their native haunts...
I should know after all these years I can't change you.
Is this one worth going to Brooklyn to see?
Where on earth is that?
I think you take a bridge to get there.
- Evening, Pop. - Oh, hello, girls.
Hello, Danny.
If you'd had a horse under you in North Africa instead of one of them tanks...
you wouldn't have got shot up the way you was and sent home.
Where'd it get you, Danny?
In Libya.
Well, it don't show a bit.
- Evening, Pop. - Cold out, ain't it, Rusty?
Sure is.
Hi, chicken.
Hello, Danny.
Missed you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Don't you eat anymore?
- I wasn't hungry tonight. - Weren't you hungry this morning?
Who stole my nylons? Egads, a very...
- Not very. - Too much rehearsal last night, huh?
- It was kind of a workout. - That why you slept late?
Oh, I didn't sleep late. I went uptown.
Shopping?
No, I went to see a man...
about a face.
I thought you went to buy me a wedding present.
Why? You getting married?
Didn't you hear?
Why, no, Mr. McGuire.
And who is the lucky girl?
She's kind of a funny kid. She's sore because she's got diamonds in her feet.
Can you imagine that?
Rusty, not many people have diamonds in their feet.
They threw me out, Danny. They didn't want me up there.
They didn't like my face.
You've got a beautiful face. Is it your worry they don't know their business?
Well, I get so tired, Danny.
This way, it takes so long before you get anywhere.
If you can get there quicker, why shouldn't you?
When you get there quick, you're out quick.
Easy get, easy lose. I've never seen it fail.
You gotta work for what you get.
You're gonna be a star, but you gotta get there on your feet, not your face.
Old shortcut Susie.
Old hard way McGuire.
We're a fine pair.
We're a wonderful pair.
Aren't we though?
Dally, dally, dally. Nothing around here all day but dilly-dally.
I better get dressed.
I said it 100 times. You don't get there on the steps.
You get there on your... But it depends on what you're after.
Day and night, night and day, all I do is work and slave...
to keep this place with its head underwater.
My number comes up, it goes to pieces.
People sitting on the steps, chef quitting, noisy kitchen, girls always gabbing.
- I'm not complaining. - You're on.
Coming!
My butcher shop My grocery
Can k eep on saying no, sirree
But lack of this Or that
Doesn't knock me flat
Foreign times lik e these
Life's no life of these
Although I'm no saint
I have no complaint
We must do that task
And it's little enough
They ask:
"Who's Complaining?"
I'm not complaining
You'll see We'll see this thing through
Because of Axis' trick ery My coffee now is chicory
And I can rarely purloin A sirloin
No complaining
Through the campaigning
Who cares if carrots are few
I'll feed myself on artichok es
Until that Nazi Party chok es
So long as they don't ration
My passion For you
You know if things go on At the rate they're going
And goods flow out At the rate they're flowing
The time isn't very far away When this will be my typical day
At breakfast time just after I get up If there's little on the breakfast setup
For the little I'm served I'm well repaid
By the little that's on the serving maid
The trip downtown Which once was boring
Now's a journey I k eep adoring
A man is a dope who yells and storms
At the lack of the drivers' uniforms
And at the office during the duration
What a pleasure giving dictation
It ain't so bad in the land of the free
Being a dictator lik e me
And when my lady and I go dining
Though the menu's cloudy There's a silver lining
That's the one.
A fellow just looks around the floor
Who could ask for anything more?
Who's complaining? I'm not complaining
The sacrifices are few
- My shoes may not be leathery - My pillow not so feathery
My legs may be forgotten
In cotton
No complaining
Through the campaigning
I'll raise no hullabaloo
My nails may lose their brilliancy
But who cares what civilians see
So long as they don't ration My passion
For you
Good night. Happy kitchen.
Good night. Happy office.
Good ni...
Good night. Happy taxi.
Good night. Happy smoking.
Have that girl come and see me tomorrow.
I'm glad you liked her. I thought she was quite unusual-looking for a blond.
No, the one with the red hair.
Oh, the red hair. Oh, the red hair!
I'll be in the study for calls.
I don't know why you pay me if you ignore my judgment. Stop whistling!
I wear myself out, wading through 10,000 girls, and out of the 10,000...
you choose a redheaded nervous breakdown who specializes in sneezes.
She told me so.
That one isn't a girl, John. She's a leaping thyroid.
I don't believe I've been in a honky-tonk place like McGuire's for 40 years.
I don't know why I've saved this. Take a look at it. You're interested in antiques.
If we got her for our cover...
- But, John, this is her. - Who?
The... The girl, the gland case.
This program is dated 40 years ago. How could it be?
Well, it couldn't be, but it is.
Forty years ago.
The night I got this, I was sitting in a box with Tony Pastor.
She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
I fell in love with her the minute I saw her.
The fav ourite doesn't always win No matter what the odds
Since nobody knows How they'll come in
I leave it to the gods
So wish me luck Because I'm going to bet on
A sentimental hunch
My heart is suddenly set on
Somehow, I'm sure I've found
The sure thing in you
Something within
Tells me we'll win
Somewhere, my heart
Has pick ed you out of the blue
And since I'm only a beginner
A winner I'll be
But win or lose Whatever comes up
You're thumbs up With me
One thing I'm sure I'm sure of
All my life through
If love can figure out a sure thing
That sure thing is you
After the races are over
After the races are run
Loser or winner Let's go out to dinner
And let's have a little Let's have a little fun
Let's go to Rector's or Shanley's
Champagne and duck are divine
Let's lose our troubles Imbibing some bubbles
Oh, let's have a little Let's have a little wine
Then when we're mellow And feeling alive
Let's tak e a drive along Riverside Drive
No drive in the country for me after dark
My limit is just once around
Central Park
After the races are over
Being with you will be bliss
Perhaps you'll surrender When gentlemen tender
Say, "Let's have a little Let's have a little kiss!"
Though you are tender I cannot surrender
To "Let's have a little Let's have a little kiss!"
Somehow I'm sure I've found
The sure thing in you
Taking romance
I tak e no chance
Somewhere my heart has pick ed you
Out of the blue
But if it turns out that my long shot's A wrong shot
Should be
And all my castles come a' tumbling
No grumbling from me
Long shot One thing I'm sure of
All my life through
If love can figure out a sure thing
That sure thing
Is you
- I've got to meet her, Mr. Pastor. - Now, John...
last time, your mother had the Decency League investigate my place.
Mother's quite a girl. Shall we go backstage?
No. Now, in the first place, Maribelle's already spoken for.
See that boy at the piano?
- Don't bother me with trifles. - And, John...
I promised your mother I wouldn't introduce you to girls.
Maribelle isn't just another girl, Mr. Pastor.
I'm going to marry her.
John. John!
- I'm ready, darling. - Wonderful, so am I.
John, have you lost your mind?
At your most beautiful service, mademoiselle.
Well.
- Miss Hicks, how are you? - Who is this?
- I never saw him before in my life. - I'm John Coudair.
The only thing in your life, so make the best of it.
If anyone should enquire for us, we've gone to Rector's to discuss our future.
Unless it's my mother. Then you haven't seen me.
Now just a minute.
You're a perfectly enchanting person, Mr. Coudair.
Not even bad-looking, in a strange sort of way.
But I have an engagement, and it's not with you or at Rector.
- But... - I don't even know you.
What's the difference? This was meant to be. Can't you see?
You don't belong in a dingy hole.
You should be surrounded by luxury, beauty, elegance.
I can give you these things, Maribelle.
Just climb aboard my magic carpet, and away we'll go.
From Rector's we went on to...
Pardon me.
Yes.
Oh, dear, I forgot all about it.
Yes, I'll look it over immediately.
Thanks for reminding me.
That advertising prospectus...
That advertising prospectus the lender sent over.
Completely slipped my mind.
- Good night. - Hey, wait a minute.
What does Maribelle got to do with this kid? Are they related?
I haven't the faintest idea.
By the way, don't wait until tomorrow. Send that child a wire tonight, will you?
- Hello, Joe - What do you know?
- I just came back from a bing-bang show - A sing and a dance
- I'll tak e a chance - Well, flippity-jippity
- Let's go! - Okay.
Come on, pearl.
- Oh, how I hate oysters. - Ain't they repulsive?
I don't get it.
Every Friday night for the last six months, they order oysters.
Then they don't eat them.
- We don't like oysters. - Joe, we're looking for a pearl.
The night we find that pearl, that'll be it. It'll be an omen.
That'll be the time when things break for all three of us.
- You know what? - What?
I think it's a fake. I don't think pearls comes from oysters.
- Pearls don't come from oysters. - How long since you left Harvard?
Never heard of it. Be reasonable.
How could a oyster give birth to a pearl?
How could an oyster give birth to an oyster?
Hey, that's something to think about.
Let them live their lives, and I'll live mine.
- When? I wanna see that. - I don't.
Oh, you fools, you.
Rusty, did you find a pearl?
- No pearls. - No pearls.
Well, better luck tomorrow.
Tomorrow!
Here we go again.
Let's k eep on singing, "Mak e way for tomorrow!"
The sun is bringing a new day tomorrow
Don't let the clouds get you down Show me a smile, not a frown
Stand up and win Turn about
Don't give in! Let's give out!
To the blues Just refuse to surrender
One smile And you are a true, solid sender
What if it rains and it pours?
It only rains out of doors!
Let every frown disappear
And you'll find that tomorrow's here
Listen, all This is Genius calling
- Hear ye! - Hear ye!
- Why not gather rainbows while ye may? - While ye may?
You can lose the gremlins The goblins, the glooms
Laugh and they're back in their tombs
Let's k eep on singing, "Mak e way for tomorrow!"
The sun is bringing A new day tomorrow
Don't let the clouds get you down Show me a smile, not a frown
Stand up and win Turn about
Don't give in Let's give out
To the blues Just refuse to surrender
One smile And you are a true, solid sender
What if it rains and it pours?
It only rains out of doors
Let all the frowns disappear And you'll find that tomorrow's...
That's pretty. That's very, very pretty.
Glad to see you.
Hi, Mac.
Hello, Harry.
Maybe it's a draft notice.
Danny, it's from John Coudair.
Who's he?
He publishes that magazine that wants a...
He wants me to come to the office tomorrow.
What do you suppose happened?
How did he ever...?
One hour rehearsal at 10, honey. I'll see you then.
Yeah, I'll try to make it, Danny. Good night.
I don't feel good.
Oh, you don't? Where?
In the hall.
I felt sick the minute you got the telegram. Didn't you, Danny?
I think Rusty knows what she wants to do with her own life.
- If she wants to go it alone... - I don't wanna go it alone.
I wanna go it with you, Danny, but...
Well, the man sent for me, Genius.
It just doesn't seem polite not to...
Well, he might not even like me.
Ever see a man that didn't?
- Skip it, will you? - No, I won't skip it.
I've got some stock in this corporation, and I'm certainly going to protect it.
I like Danny McGuire's Place and you two there every night.
I like oysters and...
- You hate oysters. - Ain't they repulsive?
Then I like opening oysters, and I like the clowning around in Joe's Place...
and the laughs and the music and everything.
I like that pearl we're gonna find.
You don't want this.
Do you?
Now you two say good night like you mean it.
Good night, chicken.
Night, Danny.
You're a genius at everything but minding your own business, aren't you?
A girl's got a right to make up her mind about her own life.
Why didn't you let her tear up her own telegram?
It's things like this that make me a genius. Ain't they?
Wait until the landlady sees the hall.
All right, I'll clean it up.
Big thing.
- Rusty Park er to see you. - Send her right in please.
All right, I'm trying not to be excited.
What would you do if your youth walked in the door?
I'd put braces on its teeth.
- Hello. - Hello.
Come in.
This is Mr. Coudair, Miss Parker.
- How do you do, Miss Parker? - How do you do?
Well, you have ambitions to be a cover girl?
Well... I did have.
I find Miss Parker exceptionally reposed.
- I thought you told me that she leaped. - She did leap.
What happened to that lovely, gay, rose- in-the- teeth personality you had?
- Did I look like that? - Exactly.
No wonder you threw me out. I'm not a very good actress, am I?
That was acting?
That was acting.
Sit down, won't you?
We saw you, quite by accident, at Danny McGuire's Place last night.
- You dance beautifully. - I've had good training.
Apparently. It seems to come to you so naturally...
I was wondering if someone in your family were a dancer.
Your mother, perhaps?
Oh, no. My mother couldn't dance a note.
- She raised cattle. - Cattle?
My grandmother was a dancer. I don't suppose you ever heard of her.
- Maribelle Hicks? - Your grandmother?
Oh, my goodness, how time flies, doesn't it?
She was kind of a star.
Well, it seems I've mislaid a few years somewhere.
Is she living, Miss Parker? Your grandmother?
- No, she died about six months ago. - I see.
- All right, let's get to work. - When I think what I've gone through...
trying to find a girl who all the time was in your desk drawer, I could scream.
- I suppose you're finished with me. - Finished with you?
My dear child, we're just beginning with you.
Just climb aboard my magic carpet and away we'll go.
Did you know Rusty won this contest, Maurine?
Not until this came out today. That double- crossing little so-and-so.
- I don't think Danny knows it either. - She takes a swell picture, doesn't she?
Anyone would with the trouble they go to.
Your grapes are so sour I can smell them from here.
Be with you in a minute, kids.
Pretty.
Oh!
What are you...?
- In the mood to be great again tonight? - Yeah, I'm...
Singing and dancing all the time, that's me.
Oh, you're such a joy and comfort to us all.
Yeah, I'm a joy and a...
- Oh, by the way, Genius... - By the what?
Oh. The way.
- What's the matter with you? - Just trying out a new step. Like it?
- Cut the clowning, will you? - Who's clowning?
You're sitting on a piece of paper.
Isn't he silly? Have I got time to sit on paper? I'm not even sitting.
- Go bake a cake. - Genius, you're on.
Coming!
Danny, didn't you say she could live her own life?
Genius!
Go ahead, let them have the face. You got what's left.
- Genius, you're on! - Yes.
Hi.
Hi, yourself.
- I think it's swell. Congratulations. - Well, thank you, Danny.
I think it's swell. Like you said, if you can get there quicker, why shouldn't you?
- Danny, you wanna know something? - What?
You were right that you don't get there on your face.
That magazine's been out all day and nothing's happened.
Nothing.
I guess I thought the sky would fall in or something.
Well, it didn't.
This puts me in a great spot, chicken. If I'm sorry nothing came of it, I'm a liar.
If I'm glad, I'm a heel.
Where do we go from here?
Dancing around the world, Danny.
On my feet.
Sure, I'll marry you. Who is this? Who?
The New York News?
Yeah, she works here.
- This it? - This is it. We covered the waterfront.
You have to dig to find a precious stone.
It's up to you to put her in her proper place.
Brooklyn to Broadway in one cover, that's quite a jump.
She has an old magic carpet that came in mighty handy.
- I have a reservation. John Coudair. - Your hat, sir?
Oh, yes, Mr. Coudair. This way, sir.
- Hello, children. - Hello.
- Hello, Colby. - Hello, Jinx.
- Hello. Good hunting, son. - Thanks, pal.
The days of the good old knights are gone
But chivalry still carries on
I wear no armour But to my charmer
I hereby pledge my all
In other words I'm at your beck and call
Put me to the test
And I'll climb you the highest mountain
Or swim you Radio City fountain
Put me to the test
And I'll get you a queen's tiara
Or a pyramid from the hot Sahara
You can dress in sables At nightclub front tables
If that is what my lady adores
Put me to the test, lady
Just mak e your request
And anything that you desire Is yours
Put me to the test
- Oh, stop looking like an old mother cat. - What do you think?
Why didn't you tell me she had talent, besides being exciting, beautiful...
What do I think?
- Is this what you want? - Yeah!
Ladies and gentleman, your favourite cover girl...
and my favourite dancer, Rusty Parker.
- You didn't bring a trumpet, did you? - Why a trumpet?
I want to make an impressive entrance.
- Nice going, Rusty. - Gee, you really...
- Remember what he used to...? - Knew what she was talking about.
- It was a wonderful feeling. - What are you crying about?
I don't know.
Kids, imagine a star being born to parents like me and Danny?
More like someone giving birth to an earthquake.
Break it up, break it up.
Rusty's skipping the next number. Take the girls on, will you?
Thanks. I'm the act that follows the act. Give me some lights. I'll murder them.
Rusty, this happens to very few people. Take care of it and treat it right.
I beg your pardon. Oh, here you are.
I've been in the theatre many years, and I've never seen...
Excuse me, please.
As I was saying, I've been in the theatre a number of years and...
- As I was saying, I've been in the theatre... - I'm beginning to believe that.
- Hello, Rusty. - Hello, Mr. Coudair.
Hello, Miss Jackson. Danny, these are...
- Well, this is Mr. McGuire. - How do you do, sir?
I was saying that I've...
This gentleman has been in theatre a good many years.
You've been in my theatre many years too. Why don't you scram?
- Of course we'll go. We... - That's all right.
You're perfectly welcome to stay, but this guy...
This guy is with us, Mr. McGuire. We brung him.
- I'm sorry. - That's my one virtue: Nice friends.
Rusty, this is Noel Wheaton of Wheaton's Theatre. This is Mr. McGuire.
- Hello. How are you? - One side, please.
We're a little crowded here. Would you mind moving?
- Forgive us. - Make yourselves at home, will you?
Look, people with clothes on.
I have to get on next. Would you excuse me? Maurine.
- Coming. - Miss Parker...
- Oh, hello, Miss Jackson. - Hello.
Why didn't you tell me you wanted somebody animated?
I was just holding myself in when I was in your...
- Have you gone batty or something? - Is it something in me...
that brings that out in people? - Sorry.
Can't we go to your dressing room and talk?
- Well, I dress with seven other girls. - You dress with seven other girls?
Yes, and they talk a lot and get dressed and undressed...
Wouldn't it be simpler if we just lay down and let them walk over us?
- I don't know why we're here anyway. - We're offering Miss Parker a job.
- Oh, but I have a job. - Rusty, you gotta make that change.
- Mr. McGuire. - Excuse me.
We are definitely in the man's way here. Let's find...
How do you feel about selling Miss Parker's contract?
Miss Parker has no contract.
- No... Oh, what are we waiting for? - I don't know. What are you waiting for?
Miss Parker's free to work for me if she wants?
Miss Parker'd be free to work for you if she wanted to...
whether she'd signed a paper or not.
You don't understand people working together that way, do you?
- No, I don't. - No, you wouldn't.
- Make your change, Rusty. - Okay.
- Well, I hope I see you again sometime. - You'll see nothing but me, beautiful.
That sounds very exciting, coming from the great Noel Wheaton.
You know, he said you were free to come work for me if you wanted.
- I know he did. Good night. - Good night.
- I guess my trumpet was out of tune. - I thought I heard a sour note.
Baby! You were wonderful tonight.
Oh, I beg your pardon. I mistook you for somebody else.
- Glad to see you. - So sorry.
Excuse me.
- Oh, wait! - Gangway.
- Busy little place tonight, wasn't it? - Yeah, wasn't it?
One had to chop one's way through the upper crust, didn't one?
Yeah, one did.
Shortcuts are no good, huh?
They only make you famous overnight. That's all. No work, no nothing.
Just smile at the birdie, and boom! You're in.
Name in all the papers. Big stars sending you pretty dresses for nothing.
That was terrific tonight.
You bet it was terrific.
Best goodbye music I ever danced to.
Yeah, tonight was really terrific.
See a thing like that happen right under your eyes.
Something you wanted for someone all their life.
You haven't known me all my life.
Six months then.
Seven.
Seven then.
Seven months, three days, four hours, 23 minutes.
It was Tuesday.
Long ago and far away
I dreamed a dream one day
And now that dream is here beside me
Long the skies were overcast
But now the clouds have passed
You're here at last
Chills run up and down my spine
Aladdin's lamp is mine
The dream I dreamed was not denied me
Just one look
And then I knew
That all I longed for
Long ago was you
I dreamed a dream one day
And now that dream is here beside me
Long the skies were overcast
But now the clouds have passed
You're here at last
Chills run up and down my spine
Aladdin's lamp is mine
The dream I dreamed was not denied me
Just one look
And then I knew
That all I longed for
Long ago was you
Egad, this place looks like a funeral parlour.
Nobody cares if roses give me hay fever.
- Where are your shoes? - In the dressing room!
- Get them! - I can't! The dressing room...
is full of photographers taking pictures of the mirror!
For Pete's sake, why?
It's gonna be in the Sunday paper. The mirror where Rusty first saw her face.
- Mr. McGuire. - I know. Do the best you can.
That newspaperwoman is eating my precious food.
She is doing a story on what food makes the figure of Rusty Parker.
- I said, do the best you can. - I quit.
All right, then quit!
- Genius. - Yes.
- Where is Rusty? Find her. - Relax.
She's all right. She's on the stage being interviewed.
- I'm 10 minutes slow. - Are the flowers from Mr. Wheaton?
Yes, every hour, on the hour, for a week.
Can you tell us about their romance?
Which of you did she love before Mr. Wheaton?
It was I, but I beat her.
Mr. McGuire. Smile.
- Where's Rusty? - We want her autograph.
Wait outside. We're trying to rehearse.
- Give me your autograph. - You don't even know who I am.
Yes, I do.
- You're Rusty Parker's boyfriend. - I'll tell him when he comes.
You can have my autograph. Single file. I'll take you first.
You ain't nobody.
Maybe we can catch her out in the alley. Come on!
Just a minute. The girls are too busy to see you.
- Glad to see you. - Glad to see you.
That's fine, John. Play billiards while my theatre falls apart.
- Good afternoon. - What's good about it?
It's another day for me to worry about how I'll open my show.
Now I'm sending roses every 15 minutes.
You got me this way. Do something. I tried everything this side of kidnapping.
What is this side of kidnapping?
Please don't be humorous.
You're humorous, both of you.
You're attempting the impossible:
Lure a girl away from a guy she loves with things.
It won't work, and I'm dame enough to be glad of it. What do you think of that?
I had the same problem with her grandmother. I mean, her mother.
Whose mother?
Nobody's, believe me.
But it can be done. I want that child on Broadway.
Everything's set and ready to go.
- Frame's built, and no face to go in it. - You'll have the face. Let me work on it.
Gladly, only work fast, will you? L...
Immediately. Tomorrow night, in fact. Keep the evening open.
Enter the mastermind.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
All is clear, master. You may bring forth the treasure.
No photographers, no adoring public. Zounds, princess, you are slipping.
- Listen to what I'm saying. - You said Mr. Coudair was sentimental.
I said he can be sentimental on his own time. Then what?
Look.
- Genius, explain it to him. - Mr. McGuire...
You don't need to explain. You want to skip the show and go to a party.
The second show.
It's an anniversary dinner at Mr. Coudair's house.
- Imagine, eating in a house. - It's Vanity's 50th birthday.
Why waste good food on an old hag like that?
Will you please stop clowning?
I'm the Golden Wedding Girl, so he wants me there.
And because you work at Danny McGuire's, I want you there.
Do you only think of what you want?
Mr. Coudair has the right to want something.
Once won't hurt. The guy's sentimental. It can't happen again for 50 years.
You think he'd be sentimental if she worked in Wheaton's show?
He wouldn't. Why should he kick our show around...
because it's Brooklyn? - It's not kicking your show around...
that he's brought you more business because of me than you've had before!
I wondered when that was coming.
That's what the ads read. " Come to Danny McGuire's to see Rusty Parker."
All the more reason you should be there when they come.
I'll be there, Danny, for the first show. But after the first show, I'm leaving.
And you can get mad if you want to.
Oh, she's a great kid, always clowning.
You don't think she'd really do that, do you?
Great sense of humour, that kid.
Peace, it's wonderful. What quieted all of you down?
- Where's Rusty? - She went to a party.
You should've seen how swell she looked.
Just one word from you, and she does what she likes, doesn't she, boss?
- On stage. - Just the six of us?
Space it a little. You can cover it.
We will, Danny.
Yeah, great sense of humour, that kid.
You know, Danny, the funniest thing just happened.
Coudair's more sentimental than anybody I heard of. Did you know that?
- Touching. - He's even sentimental about us.
Yeah, he just phoned. He wants you to come to the party to pick Rusty up.
Imagine that. A guy like him who's got a barrelful of rubies...
and he's sentimental about a pearl.
I guess he thinks it'd be nice if we were friends.
You have a great brain. Sometimes it almost frightens me, you're so bright.
You know, sometimes it almost frightens me too.
But you're going to the party, aren't you, Danny?
Sure.
Sure, I'm going.
I love parties.
Here's the church, there's the steeple. Open the door, and where's the people?
I beg your pardon.
Oh, a nursery rhyme. I beg your pardon.
Yes, sir. Will you come into the study?
Mr. Coudair asked that you be brought right in.
- Nice to see you, Mr. McGuire. - Nice to see you too, Mr. Coudair.
I guess I'm a little mixed- up.
Your message said Rusty'd be here.
Yes, well, we changed plans at the last minute, and we've...
Won't you sit down and have a drink?
Thanks.
Where is Rusty, Mr. Coudair?
I don't really know.
She and Mr. Wheaton had some sort of an evening figured out, I understand.
This isn't the right direction for Mr. Coudair's house.
You're being kidnapped. You like it?
You're not very complimentary. You're not scared.
What are you talking about? Aren't we going to a party?
Sure we are. But I just want to stop by my theatre first for a couple of minutes.
I have kind of a problem that I thought maybe you could help me with.
All right?
Why, I suppose so.
But won't Mr. Coudair wonder where we are?
I don't think so. No.
Beauty like hers demands things, Mr. McGuire:
Luxury, gentle living, money.
- I have these. - Are you sure she wants them?
What beautiful young girl doesn't?
Have you given her the chance to make up her own mind?
Have you?
That's fair enough. Why don't we leave it up to her?
She won't leave you. She's in love with you.
- I'm in love with her. - I doubt that.
If you were, you wouldn't let her remain in obscurity.
Don't you think I'd make her go if I thought she'd be happier with...?
No, Mr. Coudair, I don't believe she would be.
I don't believe it for a minute. L...
Beautiful, isn't she?
Yes.
I've never seen that picture before. Is it new?
That is a picture of Rusty's grandmother, Mr. McGuire.
- I was very much in love with her. - Well, I'll be darned.
That's exactly what I said to myself when I first saw Rusty.
Amazing resemblance, isn't there?
She was a dancer too, worked at Tony Pastor's.
Tony Pastor's, huh?
It was wrong for her...
as Danny McGuire's is wrong for her granddaughter.
You decided that right away, huh?
Yes, so I asked her to marry me.
Did she?
Sit down, won't you?
I'll never forget the day I asked her up here to meet my mother.
My mother was society, and Maribelle a girl from the stage.
Maribelle stood there with her chin up and her knees shaking...
and Mother was looking her over very thoroughly.
Mother just shook her head and said, "Poor John."
I don't suppose you remember a song called "Poor John."
That's how she punished me...
by singing it until everyone in New York knew that I was "Poor John."
Let me tell you about one night.
I ought to think myself a lucky girl
I know
'Cause I'm engaged But still somehow
I don't think so
John, that's the name of my finance You see
There's no mistak e
He's very fond of me
He took me out for walks And, oh, he was so nice
He always used to kiss me
On the same place twice
Often in the park We would sit and spoon
And I was, oh, so happy
Till the other afternoon
John took me round to see his mother
His mother His mother
And when he introduced us To each other
She weighed up everything that I had on
She put me through a cross-examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
Look ed at me and said:
"Poor John, poor John"
His mother
She put me through a cross-examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
Look ed at me and said:
"Poor John, poor John"
John took you around to see his mother
His mother His mother
And when he introduced them To each other
She weighed up everything that I had on
She put her through a cross-examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
And look ed at her and said:
"Poor John, poor John"
She weighed up everything that I had on
She put her through a cross-examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
Look ed at me and said:
"Poor John, poor John"
Hello, Maribelle.
Hello.
I wish you weren't upset about the way Mother...
- She's lived a sort of conventional life. - Upset?
Why, I'm delighted. Mr. Pastor's delighted.
The piano player's delighted. Everybody's delighted.
We think your mother's very intelligent.
Listen, Maribelle, l...
A very intelligent woman. Why, she knows I don't belong on Fifth Avenue.
She knows I belong right here. And now I do too, not that I didn't know it before.
I don't believe it. I didn't before and still don't.
Oh, John, dear, we've been through all this before.
But I didn't quite know how right I was until...
I was very uncomfortable in that pile of rock you call a house.
That was because of Mother.
From now on, Mother doesn't exist.
Nothing exists that can come between you and me, do you hear? I...
What's that?
That's him.
He's hard to keep out, isn't he?
Maribelle, listen to me.
I know what he has to offer. I know what this has to offer.
It's nothing to what I can give you. He loves you.
But not the way I do. Forty years from now I'll love you more then I do now.
What you have now, you can have a million times.
All the things you tell me are important: Love, fun, music.
If you marry me, you'll have all of them. I promise.
The very best that money can buy.
Now do you understand my interest in Rusty?
It's like my youth has come back after having been away a long, long time.
Who was playing the piano?
A very ordinary, young fellow who worked there.
In love with her.
What difference does that make? He had nothing to offer her.
Like me.
If you like.
Thanks for a very interesting evening, Mr. Coudair.
But it's after 1:00, and Rusty'll be waiting at a place we know.
I wouldn't be too sure about that, Mr. McGuire.
At the risk of repeating myself, Rusty wants what we have to give her.
Good night, Mr. Coudair.
It certainly is big, isn't it?
You ought to see it when it's filled with 2000 people.
Two thousand?
And look at the orchestra. We only have six in ours.
What do you do with so much room?
Watching you at McGuire's, I'm amazed how well you handle the space.
I'd think you'd be knocking each other down.
Sometimes we do wish we had a stage as big as this one.
This stage is yours for the asking, Rusty.
My goodness, it must be at least a half a mile wide.
Did you ever dance on a stage as big as this?
It's more like flying than dancing, the freedom of it.
Close your eyes. Go on, close your eyes just to get the feel of it.
Looks like she's not coming, huh, Danny?
Maybe she forgot it was Friday.
Hey, don't be a schlemoil.
Schlemiel.
Beauty lik e Rusty's demands things, huh?
She loves me. I love her, and that's all two people need.
Then why didn't she meet you at the oyster bar tonight?
Something happened. She'll explain it tomorrow.
Wait a minute, Danny McGuire!
She stood you up, and you know it.
She's out with Wheaton, and you know that too.
So she's out with Wheaton. What difference does it mak e?
Danny!
Don't be such a hardheaded Irishman for once.
If you really loved Rusty, you'd let her go.
Coudair's right. You have nothing to give her. Wheaton has everything.
Hey!
Danny!
You can't run away from yourself.
You gotta make up your mind, and I'm gonna see that you do it now.
Wait a minute! Stop!
Hi, Lucy! Am I late?
Can't you see for yourself?
I dreamed a dream one day
And now that dream is here beside me Long...
Danny!
Hello, Rusty!
Yeah?
What's Maurine doing singing my number?
She was here. Maurine, go to the piano and get up on the second A. You're flat.
Okay, Danny.
But you knew I was coming.
Did I? It's a quarter of 11. Rehearsals are called for 10.
Is 45 minutes something to make a crisis about?
Kind of an amazing thing happened last night, Danny.
It's no use my trying to explain it to you...
because I can't explain it to me.
I don't suppose you understand what I mean, do you?
Sure we do. It's very clear, isn't it, Danny?
Do you mind if I take care of this my way for a change?
I don't know why you're making a big deal...
You've met so many people, you forgot what I look like.
I'm the man with the whip.
I'm the guy who's got a swell place that means more to me than anything...
or anybody.
If you're late, Maurine goes in. She should get up in it...
because it looks like she'll end up doing it.
You see, to Maurine, this place comes first.
You've hated it ever since I got to be a cover girl.
You want to be the big shot.
There isn't any room in Danny McGuire's for any big shot.
Well, if you don't want me here, why don't you say so?
If I'm messing up your precious little place, why don't you say so?
I've got someplace to go. I'm not dependent on...
Why don't you go then?
Okay.
I'm certainly glad I found out you felt this way, Danny, before it was too late.
- You bet I'll go. I've got... - I know. You told me.
So if you wanna see me again, Danny McGuire...
you can just come to Broadway...
to a big show!
Why don't you cut off your arms and legs and do a good job of it?
Soldiers and civilians People by the millions
Want to see the perfect cover girl
So I've tak en Lots of candid-camera shots
Of beauty My duty
There's nothing lik e perfection So in that connection
I present my perfect cover girl
Number one I list her
How can I resist her?
I've seen the one I go for
One I've look ed high and low for
Life's not complete
Till I meet that girl on the cover
My problem has me sighing
She k eeps electrifying me
But is she fancy-free?
We'd mak e a team
That could be supreme
With love that's everlasting
It wouldn't be extreme
To call us perfect casting
Love, help a helpless lover
Love, come and help uncover that girl
On the cover for me
I've seen the one I go for
One I've look ed high and low for
Life's not complete
Till I meet that girl on the cover
My problem has me sighing
She k eeps electrifying me
But is she fancy-free?
We'd mak e a team That could be supreme
With love that's everlasting
It wouldn't be extreme
To call us perfect casting
Love, help a helpless lover
Love, come and help uncover that girl
On the cover for me
I've seen the one I go for
One I've look ed high and low for
Life's not complete
Till I meet that girl on the cover
- Fun tonight, beautiful? - Lots of fun. It always is.
Glad we ditched Jackson and Mr. Coudair?
I like them.
You can like somebody and not want to live with them.
- Yes. - You can't love someone...
and not want to. - No.
Can you?
No.
Do you know I've never asked anybody to marry me?
You've missed half your life.
The first half.
I wouldn't like to miss the second half too, Rusty.
Oh, I'm home! I'm always so surprised when I get home so quick.
When I lived in Brooklyn it took...
Okay.
I'm in love with you, Rusty.
But that's no surprise to you, is it?
Not exactly.
I want to marry you.
That's a surprise, isn't it?
I never thought of you as a family man, exactly.
Oh, good heavens, I'm not.
But...
I don't suppose you're in love with me at all, are you?
I think you're one of the swellest persons I've ever known.
There's no emotional hangover, is there, Rusty?
I mean, from Brooklyn?
Well, then?
Can I tell you tomorrow?
Okay, beautiful.
If you don't care that I'll age 10 years tonight.
You should be a very distinguished- looking man 10 years from now.
I might even like you better.
I'll tell you tomorrow.
That's all, brother.
This is where you live, beautiful. Not me.
Lend me your car for a while? I'll send it back.
Where are you going?
Brooklyn, James.
Cinderella wants to take another peek at the ashes.
Hello, Pop.
Well, Rusty.
Thought I heard a noise down here...
but I didn't know it was that big noise, Rusty Parker.
How are things, Pop?
I imagine Danny's gotten along all right without me, hasn't he?
He said he could.
- Has he? - I wouldn't know.
He closed the place up and went away...
right after you left.
Where is he?
Him and Genius is entertaining at Army camps.
I see.
Well, you needn't look at me like I'd done something.
He closed the place down, I didn't.
Didn't you?
Give me a drink.
- You've had too many now. - So I've had too many.
- Give me another one. - If you say so.
Certainly I say so.
And I'm a very big noise, don't you know that?
You've got to run when I say so.
- The toast of the town, huh, Rusty? - That's right.
But to you, I'm only a crumb, is that it, Joe?
Go ahead, say it.
You're thinking it. What's the difference?
You're thinking it.
You're a friend of Danny's, aren't you?
Then he told you why he went away, didn't he?
To entertain at Army camps.
Don't let that fool you.
He was sick of Brooklyn.
Well, who isn't?
Rusty! Darling, we've looked all over the place for you.
Oh, hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Sit down. Sit down. Right here.
These stools are reserved for my friends.
- Joe, these are my friends. - Hello, Joe.
My friends are sick of Brooklyn too.
Aren't you sick of Brooklyn?
Noel got worried when you didn't send the car back.
I was scared to death.
I asked John to help me find you. I didn't know my way around.
Joe, give my friends a drink. Have a drink.
I was afraid something might have happened to you.
Or that you had decided to stay in Brooklyn.
Me?
Stay in Brooklyn?
Why do you think I'd stay in Brooklyn?
After all I went through to get out of it.
For heaven's sakes, what do you think I am, a vicious circle?
Where's your drink?
Joe, did you know I was going to get married?
Did you?
Well, I am.
- To you. - Rusty...
Certainly.
This is what I've wanted for me all my life.
Isn't it?
Well...
l've got it.
- Pay the man. - Wait a minute, beautiful.
That's the first drink I ever seen that kid take.
You must have made her awfully happy up there, mister.
That's why I say, do you need money?
See your local finance company. No questions. No call-makers.
Just leave your eyeball for security.
Now, radio station GI presents a truck-to-truck hookup...
featuring Red Herring and his gee- but-they're- grand glee club.
Put me
To the test And I'll climb you the highest mountain
I'll swim you Radio City
Fountain
Put me to the test and I'll get you
A queen's tiara Or a pyramid from the hot Sahara
- What's that? - Jazz.
You can dress in sables At nightclub front tables
If that is what my lady adores
My lady adores My lady adores
Your eyes, your lips Your gown, your beautiful eyes
They're driving me mad I'm going insane
You beautiful lady You wonderful lady
You...
Sorry.
Test me Put me on my mettle
How would you lik e a snowball From Popocatépetl?
How would you lik e some crooning That's too, too divine?
We'll lull you with a lullaby
That's strictly Hawaiian
Put me to the test
Mak e your request
I'll climb the highest mountain I'll swim the smallest fountain for you
To the test
- Boy - Mak e your request
- Hawaiian poi, boy - I'll go to the Sahara
I'll get a queen's tiara
Oh, murder! Solid! Jackson! Zoot!
First I promise you I'll climb the highest mountain
Then for you I'll swim The Radio City fountain
Though I'm scared of height And I can't even float
Just put me to the test And here's what else I'll do quote
Get a snowball right from Popocatépetl
I'll be Hansel if you'll be my Gretel
If we can't please you Then perhaps my clarinet'll
- Why don't you put me - Why don't you put me to the test, babe
I'll do the rest, babe Mak e your request, babe
Anything your heart desires
- An orange from Pomona - A bronc from Arizona
- Or a Hansel and a Gretel - Snow from Popocatépetl
- All of this? - All of this is...
A mountain or a fountain Or a solid murder, Jackson, or a...
Is yours
Pardon me, may I have the next dance?
No, thanks. I'm sitting this one out.
- Glad to see you. - Glad to see you.
What are you trying to do, you...?
- Lady present. - Lady?
- Ladies? - Where?
- Where's the lady? - There she is. Over there.
Oh, there she is again.
Relax. You ain't even in her world, sad sack.
- I can dream, can't I? - Wake up. She's getting married.
I read it in the paper.
Enter, my lord. Enter.
What have we here? A tavern?
A likely place, my lord. A likely place.
- I'll wager the coffee is rancid. - True, my lord. True.
Joe, how are you?
Am I glad to see you birds. Where you been anyway?
Military secret.
- The boys look pretty good? - Plenty good.
Look at them, and you won't worry about who'll be boss over there.
- Well, give out. - What'll you have?
Oysters! What do we generally have?
Just the two of you?
Did you bring anyone with you, Genius?
No.
Oysters!
Good old Joe.
He's bald. He's fat. He says "pearls." He says "oysters." I love him.
You know? I love him too.
- You know why? - Why?
Because he's dumber than me.
- Dumber than I. - Okay. He's dumber than both of us.
Here we are.
Well, Joe, here we go again.
You wanna kill the magic?
Come on, pearl.
Well, Joe, what do you hear about anybody?
Rusty, Danny?
Okay, what do you hear about the little redhead?
- She's moved. You know where? - And if I did...
she's moving again.
She's getting married. Tonight, Danny.
Tonight?
Hey, Danny, you found it.
- Found what? - The pearl, Danny. You found the pearl!
- Nice timing. - I told you it was a fake.
Sure you did.
- Give me a cup of coffee, will you, Joe? - Right, Danny.
You see, I'm a genius at everything but minding my own business.
Rusty ought to have that pearl after looking for it for six months.
If she's gonna marry anybody but Danny, she'll need all the luck she can get.
- McGuire know you came here? - Oh, no.
He'd kick my teeth in if he knew I came here.
Danny's got it figured out that Rusty's happy with what she's got.
He don't wanna mess it up.
- Is she happy? - Oh, she's very happy.
She lost 10 pounds, but, of course, it's very becoming.
If she thinks about it too much, she can go out and get a little tight...
which she's doing quite often lately.
You probably know what you're doing. That was a swell thing those kids had.
I'm glad I'm not the one that broke it up. I couldn't sleep nights.
Danny will be wondering where I went.
If Pearl there is on her toes, she'll take care of this some way.
How can I get out without passing those people? I'm a back-door character.
Take the door on the left, Genius, and thanks for coming.
Oh, sorry. I thought you were somebody else.
Well, mastermind?
- What can I do now? - Don't be so stubborn!
You've made a mistake. Admit it. You've still got time.
Aren't you even superstitious?
That pearl's magic. You're liable to be struck dead or something.
What pearl's magic?
This one.
Where did you get this?
A person by the name of Genius brought it.
Said a person by the name of Danny found it tonight.
Danny's at Joe's.
I've never seen such a silly-looking pearl in all my life.
- It's all lopsided. - If it's silly, why are you crying?
I'm not crying.
I'm crying because I always cry when people are getting married.
Getting married's awful.
Who ever thought of it in the first place?
Well, we're almost there.
Danny's leaving again tonight.
Oh, but I can't run away now.
Not at the last minute.
Your grandmother could, and did.
What's the matter, your family getting soft?
- My grandmother? - Go on. Tell her.
Her grandmother got her into this. It's up to her to get her out.
She ran away from me, Rusty.
At the very last minute.
In this same room.
To this same music.
But she didn't belong with me.
She belonged to her piano-playing boy who had the right things to give her.
Just as you belong to Danny.
I managed to k eep him away from the wedding...
but just closing the door didn't shut him out, because I made a mistak e.
I forgot to hide the piano.
When she saw that...
well, she didn't hear the "Wedding March" anymore.
She only heard their music...
that I could never learn to play.
Dearly beloved, we have gathered together here in the sight of God...
and in the presence of this company...
to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.
Wilt thou, Noel, have this woman to thy wedded wife...
so long as ye both shall live?
I will.
And wilt thou, Rusty, have this man to...?
L...
I'm afraid not.
Thank you very much, but...
my grandmother had the happiest life of any woman ever...
because she went back to Danny. See?
I mean, she went back where I belong and...
It wouldn't even be nice if I got married to you with this pearl in my hand.
It's got a silly shape, but it's very magic, Noel.
And we'd probably be struck dead, and...
My grandmother was so happy.
Well...
I can't risk getting struck dead, can I?
I think you'd better take that thing and get out of here before it goes off.
It looks loaded to me.
- Goodbye, beautiful. - Thank you, darling.
Oh! Thank you. Thank you.
The dream I dreamed was not denied me
Just one look
And then I knew
That all I...
Let's k eep on singing, "Mak e way for tomorrow!"
The sun is bringing A new day tomorrow
Don't let the clouds get you down Show me a smile, not a frown
Stand up and win! Turn About! Don't give in! Let's give out!
To the blues, just refuse to surrender
One smile and you Are a true solid sender
What if it rains and it pours? It only rains out of doors
Let every frown disappear
And you'll find
That tomorrow's
Here