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There's No Business Like Showbusiness
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FROM: Annie Get Your Gun
SUNG BY: Howard Keel(Buffalo Bill)/(Annie)
The cowboys, the wrestlers, the tumblers, the clowns,
The roundabouts that move the show at dawn,
The music, the spotlights, the people, the towns,
Your baggage with the labels pasted on,
The sunsets and the horses and the smells,
The towel you've taken from the last hotels,
There's no business like showbusiness,
Like no business I know,
Everything about it is appealing,
Everything the traffic will allow,
Nowhere could you have that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra bow,
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.
The costumes, the scenery, the make up, the props,
The audience that lifts you when you're down,
The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops,
The sherrif who escorts you out of town,
The opening when your heart beats like a drum,
The closing when the customers won't come,
There's no business like showbusiness
If you tell me it's so,
Travelling through the country is so thrilling,
Standing there in front of opening nights,
Smiling as you watch the benches filling
And see your billing up there in lights,
There's no people like show people,
They smile when they are low,
Even with the 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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