| Frank butler:
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| The cowboys, the wrestlers, the tumblers, the clowns
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| The roustabouts that move the show at dawn
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| Annie oakley:
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| The music, the spotlights, the people, the towns
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| Your baggage with the labels pasted on
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| Frank butler:
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| The sawdust and the horses and the smell
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| Annie oakley:
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| The towel you’ve taken from the last hotel
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| Annie oakley, frank butler and chorus:
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| There’s no business like show business
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| Like no business I know
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| Everything about it is appealing
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| Everything the traffic will allow
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| No where could you have that happy feeling
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| When you aren’t stealing that extra bow
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| There’s no people like show people
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| They smile when they are low
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| Even with a turkey that you know will fold
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| You may be stranded out in the cold
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| Still you wouldn’t change it for a sack o' gold
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| Let’s go on with the show
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| Let’s go on with the show!
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| Annie oakley and frank butler:
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| They say that falling in love is wonderful
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| It’s wonderful, so they say
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| And with a moon up above it’s wonderful
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| It’s wonderful, so they tell me
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| Annie oakley:
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| I can’t recall who said it
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| Frank butler:
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| I know I never read it
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| I only know that falling in love is grand
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| And to hold a girl in your arms
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| Is wonderful
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| Annie oakley:
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| Wonderful…
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| Annie oakley and frank butler:
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| In every way
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| So they say |