One of the Smart Ones

Lyrics
[FRANCINE] You won't find me In one of those broken-down flats Commanding an army of brats, not me You won't catch me Bent over and ready to scrub Some grimy old ring in the tub, not me Got it figured, got it planned How's my future? Grand! You won't see me, whenever the dinner is through With mountains of dishes to do, not me That's for some glum, someone else, not me Listen, my daddy used to tell me When I was barely three Laid down with the dog And you'd get up with the flea Daddy, I got your message Daddy, I've seen the light Daddy, your baby girl is gonna be alright! I've got it all, figured You won't find me tied down to some boozy-old slob Who's chronically out of a job, not me You won't catch me, uncapping a bottle of beer And figuring Christmas is here, not me Got it figured, soon or late I'll be doing great, great, great! And when you see me Hobnobbin' on top of the town! My emerald's weighing me down, you'll cry "There goes Francine, ain't she ridin' high?!"
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Credits
- Writers
- Fred Ebb
- John Kander