Petula Clark

On With the Show

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When I think about all I've done and how little I had
When I first started out to make good
And the times were so bad
All I owned I could hold
In one battered old secondhand case
As I traveled each mile
A professional smile on my face
Going tired and wet
To yet one more forgettable place

On with the show
On with the show, I don't know why
But it's so
And on with the show
On and on and on with the show

I was never a child 'cause when you're poor
You've got to work like a man
For to eat you must earn
The rest you learn when you can
Every day, every night
Is a fight when you're hungry and broke
On the road, play a part
Sing a song, tap a dance, tell a joke
Break your heart for a smile
For a crumb
An occasional smoke On With the show
On with the show, I don't know why
But it's so

And on with the show
On and on and on with the show

Then one night, there you are
Your name's up there
And you're a star
Last week the audience ignored you
Now they adore you
They're waiting for you
On and on and on

On with the show
On with the show, I don't know why
But it's so

And on with the show
On and on and on

On with the show
On and on and on
With the show


Autor(es): Clark-Shipman