There’s No Business Like Show Business

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William O’ Neal - Pop, Soundtrack

There’s No Business Like Show Business

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[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Refrain] Thе cowboys, the wrestlers, thе tumblers, the clowns The roustabouts that move the show at dawn The music, the spotlights, the people, the towns Your baggage with the labels pasted on The sawdust and the horses and the smell The towel you've taken from the last hotel [Verse 3] There's no business like show business Like no business I know You get word before the show has started That your favorite uncle died at dawn Top of that, your pa and ma have parted You're broken-hearted, but you go on [Verse 4] There's no people like show people They don't run out of dough Angels come from everywhere with lots of jack And when you lose it, there's no attack Where could you get money that you don't give back? Let's go on with the show [Refrain] The costumes, the scenery, the makeup, the props The audience that lifts you when you're down The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops The sheriff who'll escort you out of town The opening when your heart beats like a drum The closing when the customers won't come [Verse 1] 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 [Outro] 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 Let's go on with the show

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Writers
  • Irving Berlin