| There’s no business like show business
|
| Like no business I know
|
| Everything about it is appealing
|
| Everything that traffic will allow
|
| Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
|
| When you are stealing that extra bow
|
| There’s no people like show people
|
| They smile when they are low
|
| Even with a turkey that you know will fold
|
| You may be stranded out in the cold
|
| Still you wouldn’t change it for a sack of gold
|
| Let’s go on with the show
|
| The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
|
| Are secretly unhappy men becau-ause
|
| The butcher, the baker, the grocer and the clerk
|
| Get paid for what they do but no applause
|
| They’d gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye
|
| For anything theatrical and why, why-y?
|
| There’s no business like show business
|
| Like no business I know
|
| You get word before the show has started
|
| That your father died inside of dawn
|
| Top of that, your pa and ma have parted
|
| You’re broken-hearted, but you go on There’s no people like show people
|
| They smile when they are low
|
| Yesterday they told you you would not go far
|
| That night you open and there you are
|
| Next day on your dressing room
|
| They’ve hung a star
|
| Let’s go, on with the show |