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No-Talent Joe - Gwen Verdon

Tonight at eight, you shoulda seen

A chauffeur pull up in a rented limousine

My neighbors burned, they like to die

When I tell them who is gettin' in and goin' out is I

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 maitre 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