Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Lady's Paying, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Album song Sunset Boulevard, in the genre Мировая классикаThe Lady's Paying |
| Hurry up, the birthday boy is on his way |
| This is a surprise celebration |
| I hope you’ve remembered everything I’ve said |
| I want to see a total transformation |
| What’s all this? |
| Happy birthday, darling. |
| Did you think we’d forgotten? |
| Well, I … I don’t know |
| These people are from the best men’s shop in town. |
| I had them close it down for |
| the day |
| Norma, now listen! |
| I’ll leave you boys to it |
| Happy birthday, welcome to your shopathon! |
| What’s going on? |
| Help yourself, it’s all been taken care of |
| Anyone who’s anyone is dressed by me |
| Well, golly gee |
| Pick out anything you’d like a pair of |
| You just point, I’ll do the rest |
| I’ve brought nothing but the best |
| You’re a very lucky writer |
| Come along now, get undressed |
| Unless I’m much mistaken |
| That’s a 42-inch chest |
| I don’t understand a word you’re saying |
| Well, all you need to know’s the lady’s paying |
| It’s nice to get your just reward this time of year |
| Get outta here! |
| And all my merchandise is strictly kosher |
| When you’ve thrown away all your old worn-out stuff |
| Hey, that’s enough |
| Perhaps you’d like to model for my brochure |
| I have just the thing for you |
| Chalk-stripe suits |
| In black |
| SALESMAN 2] |
| Or blue |
| Glen plaid trousers |
| Cashmere sweaters |
| Bathing shorts for Malibu |
| Here’s a patent leather lace-up |
| It’s a virtuoso shoe |
| And a simply marvelous coat made of vicuna |
| You know what you can do with your vicuna |
| Come on Joe, you haven’t even started yet |
| You wanna bet? |
| I thought by now he’d look the height of fashion |
| He always takes forever making up his mind |
| Don’t be unkind |
| I thought you writers knew about compassion |
| I love flannel on a man |
| This will complement his tan |
| We’ll take two of these and four of those |
| I’m still your greatest fan! |
| Very soon now we’ll have stopped him |
| Looking like an also-ran |
| You’re going to make me sorry that I’m staying |
| Well, all right, I’ll choose, after all, I’m paying! |
| Evening clothes? |
| I want to see your most deluxe |
| Won’t wear a tux |
| Of course not, dear, tuxedos are for waiters |
| What we need are tails, a white tie and top hat |
| I can’t wear that |
| Joe, second-rate clothes are for second-raters |
| Norma, please… |
| Shut up, I’m rich |
| Now some platinum blonde bitch |
| I own so many apartments |
| I’ve forgotten which is which |
| I don’t have to go to premieres |
| I’m never on display |
| You seem to forget that I’m a writer |
| Who cares what you wear when you’re a writer? |
| I care, Joe, and please don’t be so mean to me |
| O.K., all right |
| You can’t come to my New Year’s Eve party in that filling-station shirt |
| I’ve been invited somewhere else on New Year’s Eve |
| Where? |
| Artie Green. |
| He’s an old friend of mine |
| I can’t do without you, Joe, I need you |
| I’ve sent out every single invitation |
| All right, Norma, I give in |
| Of course you do |
| And when they’ve dressed you |
| You’ll cause a sensation |
| We equip the chosen few of Movieland |
| The latest cut |
| We dress every movie star and crooner |
| From their shiny toecaps to their hatband |
| Conceal your gut |
| You won’t regret selecting the vicuna |
| If you need a hand to shake |
| If there’s a girl you want to make |
| If there’s a soul you’re out to capture |
| Or a heart you want to break |
| If you want the world to love you |
| You’ll have to learn to take |
| And gracefully accept the role you’re playing |
| You will earn every cent the lady’s paying |
| So why not have it all? |
| Now that didn’t hurt, did it? |
| The lady’s paying! |
Artist lyrics: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Artist lyrics: Patti LuPone