Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Time Next Year, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
This Time Next Year |
| I invited all the kids doing walk-ons in «Samson and Delilah» |
| Where have you been hiding? |
| I called your apartment. |
| I called your ex-agent. |
| I was about to call the Bureau of Missing Persons |
| Well, they always know where to find me |
| You gotta say your New Year’s resolution out loud |
| Jean! |
| By this time next year |
| I’ll have landed a juicy part |
| Nineteen fifty will be my start |
| No more carrying spears |
| I’ll be discovered |
| My life won’t ever be the same |
| Billy Wilder will know my name |
| And he’ll call all the time |
| 'Til he does, can one of you guys lend her a dime? |
| Just an apartment |
| With no roaches and no dry rot |
| Where the hot water comes out hot |
| That’s my Hollywood dream |
| Your resolution |
| Is to write something that gets shot |
| With approximately the plot |
| I first had in my head |
| But you’ll get rewritten even after you’re dead |
| Artie! |
| It’s the year to begin a new life |
| Buy a place somewhere quiet, somewhere pretty |
| When you have a young kid and a wife |
| Then you need somewhere green, far from the city |
| It’s a rambling old house with a big apple tree |
| With a swing for the kid and a hammock for me |
| Behold, my children |
| It is I, Cecil B. DeMille |
| Meeting me must be quite a thrill |
| But there’s no need to kneel |
| I guarantee you |
| Every girl in my chorus line |
| Is a genuine Philistine |
| They don’t come off the shelf |
| I flew every one in from Philistia myself |
| I have some good news |
| It’s «Blind Windows» |
| You don’t let go |
| I gave Sheldrake an outline, Joe |
| And he swallowed the bait |
| Well, hallelujah! |
| While you’ve been buying vicuna coats |
| I’ve been making a lot of notes |
| Now there’s work we should do |
| Betty, you’re forgetting that I gave it to you |
| You remind me of me long ago |
| Off the bus, full of ignorant ambition |
| Thought I’d waltz into some studio |
| And achieve overnight recognition |
| I’ve seen too many optimists sinking like stones |
| Felt them suck all the marrow clean out of my bones |
| I love «Blind Windows» |
| But I can’t write it on my own |
| Can’t we speak on the telephone? |
| All my evenings are free |
| Hey, just a minute |
| I’m the fellow who bought the ring |
| Artie, this is a business thing |
| It’s important to me |
| You’ll be on location in Clinch, Tennessee |
| Please make this your New Year’s resolution for me |
| By this time next year |
| I will get my foot in the door |
| Next year I know I’m going to score |
| An amazing success |
| Cut to the moment |
| When they open the envelope |
| Pass the statuette to Bob Hope |
| And it’s my name you hear |
| We’ll be down on our knees |
| Outside Grauman’s Chinese |
| Palm prints there on the street |
| Immortality’s neat |
| This time next year |
| This time next year |
| We’ll have nothing to fear |
| Contracts all signed |
| Three-picture deal |
| Yellow brick road career |
| Hope we’re not still saying these things |
| This time next year |
| You know, I think I will be available in the New Year. |
| In fact, I’m available |
| right now |
| Joe, that’s great! |
| Hey, Artie, where’s your phone? |
| Under the bar |
| Hey, Artie. |
| You think you could put me up for a couple of weeks? |
| It just so happens we’ve got a vacancy on the couch |
| I’ll take it |
| Yes? |
| Max, it’s Mr. Gillis. |
| I want you to do me a favor |
| I’m sorry, Mr. Gillis. |
| I can’t talk right now |
| Listen, I want you to take my old suitcases — |
| I’m sorry, I am attending to Madame |
| What do you mean? |
| Madame found the razor in your room. |
| And she’s cut her wrists |
| Three, two, one, Happy New Year! |
| Should auld acquiantance be forgot |
| And never brought to mind |
| Should auld acquiantance be forgot |
| And days of auld lang syne |
| For auld lang syne, my dear |
| For auld lang syne |