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Why Must the Show Go On - Noel Coward----replace by 84005)
The world for some years
Has been sodden with tears
On behalf of the acting profession
Each star playing a part
Seems to expect a Purple Heart
It's unorthodox to be born in a box
But it needn't become an obsession
Let's hope we have no worse to plague us
Than two shows a night in Las Vegas
When I think of physicians and mathematicians
Who don't earn a quarter the dough
When I look at the faces
Of people in Macy's
There's one thing I'm burning to know:
Why must the show go on
It can't be all that indispensable
To me it really isn't sensible on the whole
To play a leading role
When fighting those tears you can't control
Why kick up your legs
When draining the dregs
Of sorrow's bitter cup
Because you have read
Some idiot has said
'The curtain must stay up '
I'd like to know
Why a star takes bows
Having just returned from burying her spouse
Brave boop-a-doopers
Go home and dry your tears
Gallant old troopers
You've bored us all for years
And if you're so blue
Wet through
And thoroughly woe-begone
Why must the show go on
Oh mammy
Why must the show go on
We're asked to condole
With each tremulous soul
Who steps out to be loudly applauded
Stars on opening nights
Weep when they see their names in lights
Though people who act
As a matter of fact
Are financially amply rewarded
It seems when pursuing their calling
Their suffering's simply appalling
But butchers and bakers and candlestick makers
Get little applause for their pains
When I think of miners
And waiters in diners
The query forever remains:
Why must the show go on
The rule
Is surely not immutable
It It might be wiser
And more suitable
Just to close
If you are in the throes
Of personal grief and private woes
Why stifle a sob when doing your job
When if you'd use your head
You'd go out and grab
A comfortable cab
And go right home to bed
Because you're not
Giving us much fun
This 'Laugh Clown Laugh' routine's been overdone
Hats off to showfolks
For smiling when they're blue
But more comme il faut folks
Are sick of smiling through
And if you're out cold
Too old
And most of your teeth have gone
Why must the show go on
I sometimes wonder
Why must the show go on
Why must the show go on
Now why not announce the closing night of it
The public seem to hate the sight of it dear
And so
Why you should undergo
Terrible strain
We'll never know
We know that you're sad
We know that you've had
A lot of storm and strife
But is it quite fair
To ask us to share
Your dreary private life
We know you're trapped in a gilded cage
But for heaven's sake
Relax and be your age
Stop being gallant
And don't be such a bore
Pack up your talent
There's always plenty more
And if you lose hope
Take dope
And lock yourself in the John
Why must the show go on
I'm merely asking
Why must the show
Go on