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Grand-Père (Georges Moustaki)


Grand-Père
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Tous les autres m'écoutent mais toi tu m'entends
On est du même bois on est du même sang
Et je porte ton nom et tu es un peu moi

Exilé de Corfou et de Constantinople
Ulysse qui jamais ne revint sur ses pas
Je suis de ton pays, métèque comme toi
Un enfant de l'enfant que te fit Pénélope

Tu étais déjà vieux quand je venais de naître
Arrivé juste à temps pour prendre le relais
Et je finirai bien un jour par ressembler
A la photo où tu as posé à l'ancêtre

C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Que je glisse mes doigts le long de mes six cordes
Pour réveiller un air tranquille et monocorde
C'est tout ce que je sais faire de mes dix doigts

Maître en oisiveté expert en braconnage
Comme toi j'ai vécu à l'ombre des bateaux
Et pour faire un festin je volais les oiseaux
Que le vent de la mer me ramenait du large

Comme toi j'ai couru les filles et les rêves
Buvant à chaque source que je rencontrais
Et sans être jamais vraiment désaltéré
Sans jamais être las de répandre ma sève

C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Pour remettre au présent tout ce qui est passé
Depuis que je ne parle plus que le français
Et j'écris des chansons que tu ne comprends pas

C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi
Tous les autres m'entourent mais toi tu m'attends
Même si tu es loin dans l'espace et le temps
Quand il faudra mourir on se retrouvera

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Tender Is The Night


Tender Is The Night
Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Tony Bennett
and multiple other artists



Tender is the night
So tender is the night
There's no one in the world
Except the two of us

Should tomorrow
Find us disenchanted
We have shared a love
That few have known

Summers by the sea
A sailboat in Capri
These memories shall be
Our very own

Even though our dreams may vanish
With the morning light
We loved once in splendour
How tender, how tender the night

Even though our dreams may vanish
With the morning light
We loved once in splendour
How tender, how tender the night

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My Old Flame


My Old Flame
Composer(s): Sam Coslow; Arthur Johnston
Originally performed by: Mae West & Duke Ellington
Covered by various other artists



My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
My old flame
My new lovers all seem so tame
For I haven't met a gent

So innocent or elegant
As my old flame

I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became
Of my old flame

I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became
Of my old flame

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Grand-Père (Georges Brassens)


Grand-Père
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Grand-pèr' suivait en chantant
La route qui mène à cent ans
La mort lui fit, au coin d'un bois
L'coup du pèr' François
L'avait donné de son vivant
Tant de bonheur à ses enfants
Qu'on fit, pour lui en savoir gré
Tout pour l'enterrer
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir une bière, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés

"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma juridiction"

Or, j'avais hérité d'grand-père
Un' pair' de bott's pointues
S'il y a des coups d'pied que'que part qui s'perdent
Çui-là toucha son but

C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah ! c'est pas joli...
Ah ! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond

Le mieux à faire et le plus court
Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
Fut de borner nos prétentions
A un' bièr' d'occasion
Contre un pot de miel on acquit
Les quatre planches d'un mort qui
Rêvait d'offrir quelques douceurs
A une âme sœur
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir un corbillard, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés

"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma juridiction"

Ma bott' partit, mais je m'refuse
De dir' vers quel endroit
Ça rendrait les dames confuses
Et je n'en ai pas le droit

C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah ! c'est pas joli...
Ah ! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond

Le mieux à faire et le plus court
Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours
Fut de porter sur notre dos
L'funèbre fardeau.
S'il eût pu revivre un instant
Grand-père aurait été content
D'aller à sa dernièr' demeur'
Comme un empereur
Et l'on courut à toutes jam-
Bes quérir un goupillon, mais
Comme on était légers d'argent
Le vicaire nous reçut à bras fermés

"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices
Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse
Les morts de basse condition
C'est pas de ma bénédiction"

Avant même que le vicaire
Ait pu lâcher un cri
J'lui bottai l'cul au nom du Pèr'
Du Fils et du Saint-Esprit

C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre
Ah! c'est pas joli...
Ah! c'est pas poli...
A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre

Bon papa
Ne t'en fais pas
Nous en viendrons
A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond

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Tender Hands


Tender Hands
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Noel Paul Stookey



Dear hands, tender hands
'touch my face with love
thine to give, mine but to cherish

Warm eyes, softest eyes
'brush my face with love
thine to give, mine but to cherish

Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
for these two gifts I can but love thee for
fain, I wish my heart was worthy more
Tender hands, softest eyes

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My Old Dutch


My Old Dutch
Composer(s): A.C. Ingle; Albert Chevalier
Performer(s): Herman's Hermits
and various other artists



I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer
She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er
It's forty years since fust we met
Her hair was then as black as jet
It's whiter now, but she don't fret
Not my old gal

We've been together now for forty years
An' it don't seem a day too much
There ain't a lady living in the land
As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
No, there ain't a lady living in the land
As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch

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Grandpa Was A Carpenter


Grandpa Was A Carpenter
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine; Lonesome Standard Time;
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
Nearly every day
No particular reason
He just dressed that way
Brown necktie and a matching vest
And both his wingtip shoes
He built a closet on our back porch
And put a penny in a burned out fuse

Chorus:
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war

Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle"
And rock me on his knee
And let me listen to radio
Before we got T.V.
Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday
And take me with him too!
Stained glass in every window
Hearing aids in every pew

Repeat Chorus:

Now my grandma was a teacher
Went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in a milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
She called her husband "Mister"
And walked real tall and pride
And used to buy me comic books
After grandpa died

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Tenant


Tenant
Composer(s): Siouxsie Sioux - Steven Severin
Performer(s): Siouxsie and the Banshees



Squatting on doorsteps-following footsteps
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest
So we crawl into corners
ignore any callers and imagine our radiators
clang for our neighbors

When we crawl on all fours-upon the cushioned floor
still they cling to the wall
and knock on our doors
and the tendency for tenants is tenacity
The paint is cracked and the paper peels
the plaster falls
and the body reels... softly

Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud
On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown
but they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
and the tendency for tenants is secrecy... sssssssh

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My Number One Dream Come True


My Number One Dream Come True
Composer(s): Johnny Green; Lew Brown
Performer(s): Doris Day; Helen Forrest



A million times a day
I pinch myself and say
My number one dream came true
And if I rub my eyes
It's only in surprise
My number one dream came true
I had my number two and three and four dreams
With lots of possibilities in each
I might have planned on dreaming even more dreams
`Cause number one was way beyond reach
I can't believe it yet
But if my fate was set
It did what I wanted to
Don't ask me when or how or why
But if I'm here with you
My number one dream came true

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Grand-Mère


Grand-Mère
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Faut voir grand-mère
Grand-mère et sa poitrine
Grand-mère et ses usines
Et ses vingt secrétaires

Faut voir mère-grand
Diriger ses affaires
Elle vend des courants d'air
Déguisés en coups de vent

Faut voir grand-mère
Quand elle compte son magot
Ça fait des tas de zéros
Pointés comme son derrière

Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-père court après la bonne
En lui disant que l'argent
Ne fait pas le bonheur
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et nos petits épargnants
Aient le sens des valeurs

Faut voir grand-mère
C'est une tramontane
Qui fume le Havane
Et fait trembler la Terre

Faut voir grand-mère
Cerclée de généraux
Être culotte de peau
Et gagner leur guèguerre

Faut voir grand-mère
Dressée sous son chapeau
C'est Waterloo
Où s'rait pas venu Blucher

Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-père court après la bonne
En lui disant que l'armée
Elle bat l'beure
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et nos chers piou-pious
Aient le sens des valeurs

Faut voir grand-mère
S'assure sur la mort
Un p'tit coup d'presbytère
Un p'tit coup de r'mords

Faut voir grand-mère
Et ses ligues de vertu
Ses anciens combattants
Ses anciens combattus

Faut voir grand-mère
Quand elle se croit pécheresse
Un grand verre de grand-messe
Et un doigt de couvent

Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-père court après la bonne
En lui disant que les curés
Sont farceurs
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et nos petits incroyants
Aient le sens des valeurs

Mais il faut voir grand-père
Dans les bistrots bavards
Où claquent les billards
Et les chopes de bière

Faut voir père-grand
Caresser les roseaux
Effeuiller les étangs
Et pleurer du Rimbaud

Faut voir grand-père
Dimanche finissant
Honteux et regretant
D'avoir trompé grand-mère

Mais pendant c'temps-là
Grand-mère se tape la bonne
En lui disant que les hommes
Sont menteurs
Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens
Que nos bonnes bonnes
Et notre belle jeunesse
Aient le sens des valeurs

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Ten Years Gone


Ten Years Gone
Composer(s): Robert Plant - Jimmy Page
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



Then as it was, then again it will be
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go
Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be
Did you ever really need somebody, and really need 'em bad?
Did you ever really want somebody, the best love you ever had?
Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good?
'Cause it was just the first time, and you knew you would
Through the eyes an' I sparkle, senses growing keen
Taste your love along the way, see your feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
We are eagles of one nest, the nest is in our soul
Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
I'm never gonna leave you, I'm never gonna leave
Holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone

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My Name Is Tallulah


My Name Is Tallulah
Composer(s): Paul Williams
Performer(s): Bugsy Malone



My name is Tallulah
My first rule of thumb
I don't say where I'm going
Or where I'm coming from
I try to leave a little reputation behind me
So if you really need to
You'll know how to find me

My name is Tallulah
I live till I die
I'll take what you give me
And I won't ask why
I've a lot of friends
In some exotic places
I don't remember names
But I remember faces

Lonely
You don't have to be lonely
Come and see Tallulah
We can chase your troubles away
If you're lonely
You don't have to be lonely
When they talk about Tallulah
You know what they say
No one south of Heaven's
Gonna treat you finer

Tallulah had her training
In North Carolina

My name is Tallulah
And soon I'll be gone
An open invitation
Is the road I'll travel on
I'll never say goodbye
Because the words upset me
You may forgive my going
But you won't forget me

Lonely
You don't have to be lonely
Come and see Tallulah
We can chase your troubles away
If you're lonely
You don't have to be lonely
When they talk about Tallulah
You know what they say
No one south of Heaven's
Gonna treat you finer

Tallulah had her training
In North Carolina

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Grandma's Theme


Grandma's Theme
Composer(s): John Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Mellencamp



Go grandma!!!
go, go, go grandma!!!!!!!
you know what they say
go, go, go
Grandma you’ll make it someday
shalalalala grandma you’re doing fine
you and your dreams are ahead of your time!!!
go go go go!!!!!

Go, go grandma ranger......
In space!!!!!!

What about grandpa?????

Chorus:
Go granny, go granny, go go go granny!!!
Yeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Yeah that’s right
I love u grandmama

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Ten Thousand, Four Hundred And Thirty Two Sheep


Ten Thousand, Four Hundred And Thirty Two Sheep
Composer(s): Julie Stein - Sammy Kahn
Performer(s): Doris Day



I didn’t sleep again last night
And I’d like to discuss the matter
The nerves to which I’m strung are tight
And I’m as beat as a bowl of batter

If old man Rip Van Winkle
Thought his long sleep was a curse
I know how the old man felt
Because I’ve got his problem in reverse

Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty two sheep
How long can I toss like this?
Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty three sheep
What did you put in that kiss?
I’ve tried all the remedies
The well-known good advice
Took a hot tub and an alcohol rub
Did the alphabet backwards twice

Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty four sheep
We’d better get married soon
Ten thousand, four hundred and thirty five sheep
I’ll never hold out till June
How much do I love you?
Just in case you didn’t know
You get a mental kiss
With every sheep I count
And I still got a million sheep to go

(Did you ever try seeing see a doctor?)
A doctor?

I went to see a noted doctor
Who’s a famous analyst
Then he led me to the couch
And he gently took my wrist
I paid him fifty dollars
(Well, that sounds pretty cheap)
Cheap! I should have paid him nothing!
‘Cause I still can’t sleep

(Ten thousand, four hundred) and thirty six sheep
(And one sheep that got away)
He took another lamb!
(Ten thousand, four hundred) and thirty eight sheep
(Won’t night ever turn to day?)
Oh what a fool I am
How much do I love you?
Just in case you didn’t know
You get a mental kiss with every sheep I count
(Add them all together
That’s a large amount)

I’ve counted a trillion sheep
(How many?)
I’ve counted a billion sheep
(How many?)
Well at least a million sheep, I know
(How the numbers grow)
And I got about million more to go

(Ten thousand, nine thousand, eight thousand
Seven thousand, six thousand, five thousand)...

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My Music


My Music
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Jim Messina
Performer(s): Loggins & Messina



Do do do ...

Hey little girl won't you meet me at the schoolyard gate
I got back stage passes to the biggest show in town
So honey don't you make me late
If we leave really early and we hurry we can get in with the band
'Cause little Tim Smitty's got his old man's van
So let's get to gettin' while the gettin' is right
And roll with the rythm tonight

God knows that I love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my tune

Hey little girl want to dance with you all night long
The music got me buzzin' and I feel pretty loose
I feel the rythm and it's comin' on strong baby baby
Lay the rythm on me baby, there's power in the sound
With everybody jumpin' we can bring the house down
So let's get to gettin' while the gettin' is right
And roll with the rythm tonight

God knows that I love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my tune

God knows that I love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my

Do do do ...

Love my music
Ain't no one gonna change my tune
Don't ya know that I love my music
Ain't never gonna change my tune

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Grandma's Party


Grandma's Party
Composer(s): Dominic Bugatti; Frank Musker
Performer(s): Paul Nicholas



I brushed my bowler and I grabbed my cane
Eleven thirty I was on my way
The stars are shining bright
And I'm feeling just right
For Grandma's party tonight

Across the city and I reach the spot
The snow was falling in the parking lot
Looks like the whole world's here
For the night of the year
It's Grandma's party tonight
I tell you everybody's going to the party

Everybody's going to the party
Everybody's going to the party
It's Grandma's party tonight

The bells are ringing and the Captain's here
Mister Sax is swinging from the chandelier
It's almost twelve o'clock
and we're ready to rock
At Grandma's party tonight
I tell you everybody's going to the party

Everybody's going to the party
Everybody's going to the party
It's Grandma's party tonight
Grandma's party
it's Grandma's party

It's Grandma's party tonight

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Ten Pins In The Sky


Ten Pins In The Sky
Composer(s): Joseph McCarthy - Milton Ager
Performer(s): Judy Garland



Did you ever wonder why in thunder
Thunder comes in spring
Once upon a time it seems
All the world was wrapped in dreams
Playful little fellas, so they tell us
Said let's have our fling
Spring is in the air you know
It's time to wake `em up below, so

When the thunder starts to thunder
Don't run home and cry
They're playing ten pins in the sky

Little fellas way up yonder
Make the rain drops smile
While rolling bowling ten pins in the sky

The world will wear a new bonnet
Daffodils on it
Thanks to the skies above
Thunder and showers
Wake up the flowers
Where there are flowers there must be love

So laugh at raindrops
Laugh at thunder
Clouds will soon roll by
They're playing ten pins in the sky

The world will wear a new bonnet
Daffodils on it
Thanks to the skies above
Thunder and showers
Wake up the flowers
Where there are flowers there must be love

So laugh at raindrops
Laugh at thunder
Clouds will soon roll by
They're playing ten pins in the sky

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My Mother's Wedding Day


My Mother's Wedding Day
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Pamela Britton
and various other artists



Meg:
Now if ye think this weddin' day went jus' a wee amiss
Then I will tell ye 'bout a weddin' far more daft than this
The lad involved turned out to be no other but my pa
An' by the strangest bit o' luck, the woman was my ma
MacGregor, MacKenna, MacGowan, MacGraw, MacVitie, MacNeil an' MacRae
Ay, all the folk in the village were there at my mother's weddin' day
For pa had asked his friend MacPhee, an' Mac had come with May MacGee
An' May invited ninety-three to my mother's weddin' day
Then up the road came Ed macKeen with half the town of Aberdeen

Ay, ev'ryone was on the scene at her mother's weddin' day

Meg:
At quarter to five everybody was there a-waitin' around in the room
MacVicker, MacDougall, MacDuff an' MacCoy--everybody but the groom
An' as the hours turtled by, the men got feelin' kind o' dry
An' thought they'd take a nip of rye while a-waitin' for the groom
An' while the men were dippin' in, the ladies started on the gin

An' soon the room began to spin at her mother's weddin' day

Meg:
Then all of a sudden the liquor was gone, the gin an' the whiskey an' all
An' all of a sudden the weddin' affair had become a bonnie brawl
For Pete MacGraw and Joe MacPhee began to fight for May MacGee
While May MacGee an' Sam MacKee were a-wooin' in the hall
So cold an' stiff was John MacVay, they used him for a servin' tray

For ev'ryone was blithe and gay at her mother's weddin' day

Meg:
MacDuff an' MacVitie were playin' a game, an' usin' MacCoy for the ball
MacKenna was eatin' the bridal bouquet, an' MacNeil hung on the wall
When finally my father came, his eyes were red, his nose aflame
He dinna even know his name; he was drunkest of them all
The people were lyin' all over the room a'lookin' as if they were dead
Then mother uncovered the minister quick, an' she told 'im: Go ahead
Then pa kneeled down on Bill MacRae, an' mother kneeled on Jock MacKay
The preacher stood on John MacVay, and that's how my ma was wed
It was a sight beyond compare. I ought to know, for I was there

There never was a day as rare as her mother's weddin' day!

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Grandma's Hands


Grandma's Hands
Composer(s): Bill Withers
Performer(s): Bill Withers;
and various other artists



Grandma's hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
"Might be snakes there in that grass"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands
Used to lift her face and tell her,
"Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn' drop no apple core"
But I don't have Grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands

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Ten Percent


Ten Percent
Composer(s): John Kander - Fred Ebb
Performer(s): Harry Groener; Lee Konitz



Did you know that "Hang up, you worm!"
Well, maybe it's a figure of speech
But it ain't nice, "Hang up, you worm!"
And neither is "Get off me, you leech!"

And last week I heard it said
I was "nothing but a bloodsucker shrimp"
And next week, to look ahead
It's "Tell him I'm not in, he's a pimp!"

Well I find those insults difficult to bear
But I don't let them get the best of me
'Cause way down deep, I honestly don't care
For I am a theatrical agent
I'll stay a theatrical agent
And a theatrical agent's what I'm proud to be

Most people sneer at me but I can pay the rent
As long as I collect my ten percent
Throw your career at me
You've found the perfect goat
As long as I collect my ten percent

The stars are here today and then forgotten
The rocket flares then suddenly it melts
I'd stop to say the system's really rotten
But I'm too busy signing someone else
You gotta live, kid!

No fans will cheer at me
Yet I remain content
As long as I collect my ten percent

Nobody ever sings me no hosanna
I've even heard me called a parasite
They say I got the soul of a piranha
But I ate Lobster Thermidor last night
And what did you have?

I'm not the Spotlight Kid
I'm not the Main Event
And yet I bloom and thrive
I'm happy I'm alive
I live on Lakeshore Drive
On ten percent
Ten Percent!

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