SWEET CHARITY


Big Spender Sweet Charity


The minute you walked in the joint,
I could see you were a man of distinction,
A real big spender,
Good looking, so refined.
Say, wouldn’t you like to know
What’s going on in my mind?

So, let me get right to the point,
I don’t pop my cork for ev’ry guy I see.
Hey, big spender, spend…
A little time with…me…me…me!
Do you wanna have fun?
Ssssssssssss…
How’s about (fun) a few laughs?
I can show you a…good time…
Do you wanna have fun…fun…fun?
How’s about (fun) a few (fun) laughs (fun)
Laughs (fun) laughs
(I can show you a…)
(fun) laughs (fun) laughs
(good time)
Fun, laughs (good time)
Fun, laughs (good time)
Fun, laughs (good time)…Ssssssssssss…
What did you say you are?
How’s about a …(laugh)
I could give you some…
Are you ready for some…(fun)
How would you like a…
Let me show you a …(good time)

Hey, big spender…
Hey, big spender…

The minute you walked in the joint,
I could see you were a man of distinction,
A real big spender.
Good looking, so refined.
Say wouldn’t you like to know
What’s going on in my mind?

So, let me get right to the point,
I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see.
Hey, big spender,
Hey, big spender!
Hey, big spender!
Spend…a little time with …me!
Fun…Laughs…Good Time!
Fun…Laughs…Good Time!
Fun…Laughs…Good Time!
How about a palsy?…Yeah!

Rhythm Of Life Sweet Charity
Ensemble:
Daddy started out in San Francisco,
Tootin’ on his trumpet loud and mean,
Suddenly a voice said, “Go forth Daddy,
Spread the picture on a wider screen.”
And the voice said, “Brother, there’s a million pigeons
Ready to be hooked on new religions.
Hit the road, Daddy, leave your common-law wife.
Spread the religion of The Rhythm Of Life.”
And The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom,
Rhythm in the street,
Yes, The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
Daddy, spread the gospel in Milwaukee,
Took his walkie talkie to Rocky Ridge,
Blew his way to Canton, then to Scranton,
Till he landed under the Manhattan Bridge.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, go-ing down below.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, go-ing down below.
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Fly, fly, fly to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Swim, swim, swim to Daddy
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy,
And The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom,
Rhythm in the street,
Yes, The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Daddy we got The Rhythm Of Life,
Of life, of life, of life.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Man!

If My Friends Could See Me Now Sweet Charity
If they could see me now,
That little gang of mine,
I’m eating fancy chow
And drinking fancy wine.
I’d like those stumble bums to see for a fact
The kind of top drawer, first rate chums I attract.
All I can say is “Wow-ee!
Looka where I am.
Tonight I landed, pow!
Right in a pot of jam.
What a set up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now!
If they could see me now,
My little dusty group,
Traipsin’ ‘round this million dollar chicken coop.
I’d hear those thrift shop cats say:
“Brother, get her!
Draped on a bed spread made from three kinds of fur.”
All I can say is, “Wow!
Wait till the riff an’ raff
See just exactly how
He sign this autograph.”
What a build up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now!
If they could see me now
Alone with Mister V.,
Who’s waiting on me like he was a maître d’
I’d hear my buddies saying:
“Crazy, what gives?
Tonight she’s living like
The other half lives!”
To think the highest brow,
Which I must say is he,
Should pick the lowest brow,
Which there’s no doubt is me!
What a step up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now!
What a step up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it…
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now
Hi, girls it’s me, Charity!

I’m a Brass Band

Sweet Charity

Composição: Cy Colleman

Charity:
Someone loves me!
Someone loves me!
Someone loves me,
My heart is beating so fast.
All kinds of music is pouring out of me,
Somebody loves me at last!
Now…
I’m a brass band,
I’m a harpsichord;
I’m a clarinet!
I’m the Philadelphia Orchestra,
I’m the Modern Jazz Quartet!
I’m the band from Macy’s Big Parade.
A wild Count Basie blast!
I’m the bells from Saint Peter’s in Rome
I’m tissue paper on a comb…
And all kinds of music
Is pouring out of me ‘cause…
Somebody loves me…at last!
Chorus:
She’s a brass band,
She’s a harpsichord,
She’s a clarinet!
Charity:
That’s me!
Chorus:
She’s the Philadelphia Orchestra,
She’s the Modern Jazz Quartet!
She’s a brass band,
She’s a harpsichord,
She’s a clarinet!
She’s the Philadelphia Orchestra,
She’s the Modern Jazz Quartet!
She’s the band from Macy’s Big Parade
A wild Count Basie blast!
She’s the bells from Saint Peter’s in Rome
She’s tissue paper on a comb…
Charity:
Somebody loves me…at last!

There’s Gotta Be Something Better Than This

Sweet Charity

Composição: Cy Colleman

Girls:
There’s gotta be something better than this,
There’s gotta be something better to do.
And when I find me something better to do,
I’m gonna get up, I’m gonna get out
I’m gonna get up, get out and do it!
There’s gotta be some respectable trade,
There’s gotta be something easy to learn.
And if I find me something I halfwit can learn,
I’m gonna get up, I’m gonna get out
I’m gonna get up, get out and learn it!
All these jokers, how I hate them
With their groping, grabbing, clutching, clinching,
Strangling, handling, bumbling, pinching
There’s gotta be some life cleaner than this,
There’s gotta be some good reason to live.
And when I find me some kind of life I can live,
I’m gonna get up, I’m gonna get out,
I’m gonna get up, get out and live it!
Right!
Nickie:
I got it! I got it!
I’m gonna be a receptionist
In one of those glass office buildings
Nine to five, I’m gonna have my own typewriter,
And water cooling and office parties…
Ooooh, and coffee breaks…wow!
Then I sit on my desk on the forty-first floor
In my copy of a copy of a copy of Dior!
I’ll receive VIP tycoons
And I’ll point to a chair
I’ll say: honey, what you’re waiting?
How would you like to put it down over there?
All:
Yeah!
There’s gotta be something better than this,
There’s gotta be something better to do,
And when I find me something better to do.
I’m gonna get up, I’m gonna get out
I’m gonna get up, get out and do it!
Helene:
Me too…Me too!
I’m gonna get a year to go right to the top
I’m gonna be a hat chat girl
At one of the East Side, high class restaurants
You know, a tray of cigarettes,
Costing 66 cents a pack and keep the change?
And all those hats coming in
Dirbies, humbirds…
Ooooh! And that cute little checked number
With that skinny brim and a feather
Take your hat, sir!
Take your coat, sir!
Take your vest, sir!
Take your pants!
Take your socks, sir!
Take your shoes, sir!
I can hold them while you dance
Take your eyes, sir!
Take your ears, sir!
Take and see if you are free
How about it after hours
I’ll take you and you’ll take me!
Charity:
Me too…I’m gonna get out too!
Nickie:
But, baby, what would you do?
Charity:
I don’t know…Just get me out of here and I’ll figure out later!
There’s gotta be some life cleaner than this
There’s gotta be some good reason to live
All:
And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I’m gonna get up…
I’m gonna get out…
La la la la la la …
How wow how wow
And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I’m gonna get up…
I’m gonna get up…
I’m gonna get up, get out and live it!

You Should See Yourself

Sweet Charity

Composição: Cy Colleman

Charity:
Man! Man, oh, man!
Tst, tst, tst!
You should see yourself like tonight
You’re a hundred watt “elecatric” light.
You’re a blockbuster buster you got class
And when you make a pass
Man, it’s a pass!
Mad ooh sack, you’re mad!
Mmm, mmm!
How those corny jokes turn me on!
And I laugh till I’m “ga, ga, ga, ga, GONE!”
When you switch to a “seducative” mood
I’m not stuck on you, lover!
I am glued…
In the college I brought up the outwit
Do I wilt, boy are you built?
You’re so strong you’ve got muscles you don’t need
Yes, yes, indeed!
Wild, dad, you’re wild!
Rrrrrrrrrrrh!
You should see yourself in my eyes.
You’re a Blue Ribbon Puli-i-tzer Prize…
Hey, do you know what I did today?
I went looking for furniture!
Bedroom sets, kitchen sets, bedroom sets!
Dining-room sets, “bedroom sets”…
And I got all the money from the damn payment
right here, my dowry!
Dreams I had not…
Dreams now I got!
You’re old glory man, oh, yes you are!
In my flag you’re the “fi-fi-fi-fifty” star
You should see yourself
And inspect yourself…
Hey, get a mirror, man!
And reflect yourself…
You should see yourself
As I see you now.

 

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