Ballad Of The Garment Trade - Barbra Streisand/Marilyn Cooper等群星

作词：Harold Rome

作曲：Harold Rome

If you don't want to get nervous

Do yourself a great big service

Stay away please far from Seventh Avenue

You can lose your sense and reason

Guessing what style for next season

Yes the dress business will make a wreck of you

It's a battle of fierce and grim

That depends on the ladies' whim

What'll Miss and Mrs America's answer be

Will she say with a tossing head

In that rag I wouldn't drop dead

Or she say yes this dress is really me

On guessing what a dame will say

A sheer impossibility

These poor kid's bravely work away

And try to build that industry

How crazy bold and reckless

Can human beings be

Hip hip hooray for the garment trade

Give a cheer will amuse our heroes everyone

Day after day they go undismayed

To the cockamamie job that must be done

Off to the fray on the brave crusade

Gallant ladies' garment trade

Go in health god speed

Indigestion's breed

Men and ulcers on parade

What a business what a sap game

It's about as much a business as a crap game

Snapper zipper hole or button

All we know is what the experts know from nothin'

So the last line you got by with

Coming right up is another you could die with

If you're right the dough could flow in

If you're not you haven't got a pot to sew in

Off to the fray on the brave crusade

Gallant ladies' garment trade

Go in health god speed

Indigestion's breed

Men and ulcers on parade