Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни The Lady's Paying, исполнителя - Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Дата выпуска: 31.12.1993
Язык песни: Английский
The Lady's Paying |
Hurry up, the birthday boy is on his way |
This is a surprise celebration |
I hope you’ve remembered everything I’ve said |
I want to see a total transformation |
What’s all this? |
Happy birthday, darling. Did you think we’d forgotten? |
Well, I … I don’t know |
These people are from the best men’s shop in town. I had them close it down for |
the day |
Norma, now listen! |
I’ll leave you boys to it |
Happy birthday, welcome to your shopathon! |
What’s going on? |
Help yourself, it’s all been taken care of |
Anyone who’s anyone is dressed by me |
Well, golly gee |
Pick out anything you’d like a pair of |
You just point, I’ll do the rest |
I’ve brought nothing but the best |
You’re a very lucky writer |
Come along now, get undressed |
Unless I’m much mistaken |
That’s a 42-inch chest |
I don’t understand a word you’re saying |
Well, all you need to know’s the lady’s paying |
It’s nice to get your just reward this time of year |
Get outta here! |
And all my merchandise is strictly kosher |
When you’ve thrown away all your old worn-out stuff |
Hey, that’s enough |
Perhaps you’d like to model for my brochure |
I have just the thing for you |
Chalk-stripe suits |
In black |
SALESMAN 2] |
Or blue |
Glen plaid trousers |
Cashmere sweaters |
Bathing shorts for Malibu |
Here’s a patent leather lace-up |
It’s a virtuoso shoe |
And a simply marvelous coat made of vicuna |
You know what you can do with your vicuna |
Come on Joe, you haven’t even started yet |
You wanna bet? |
I thought by now he’d look the height of fashion |
He always takes forever making up his mind |
Don’t be unkind |
I thought you writers knew about compassion |
I love flannel on a man |
This will complement his tan |
We’ll take two of these and four of those |
I’m still your greatest fan! |
Very soon now we’ll have stopped him |
Looking like an also-ran |
You’re going to make me sorry that I’m staying |
Well, all right, I’ll choose, after all, I’m paying! |
Evening clothes? |
I want to see your most deluxe |
Won’t wear a tux |
Of course not, dear, tuxedos are for waiters |
What we need are tails, a white tie and top hat |
I can’t wear that |
Joe, second-rate clothes are for second-raters |
Norma, please… |
Shut up, I’m rich |
Now some platinum blonde bitch |
I own so many apartments |
I’ve forgotten which is which |
I don’t have to go to premieres |
I’m never on display |
You seem to forget that I’m a writer |
Who cares what you wear when you’re a writer? |
I care, Joe, and please don’t be so mean to me |
O.K., all right |
You can’t come to my New Year’s Eve party in that filling-station shirt |
I’ve been invited somewhere else on New Year’s Eve |
Where? |
Artie Green. He’s an old friend of mine |
I can’t do without you, Joe, I need you |
I’ve sent out every single invitation |
All right, Norma, I give in |
Of course you do |
And when they’ve dressed you |
You’ll cause a sensation |
We equip the chosen few of Movieland |
The latest cut |
We dress every movie star and crooner |
From their shiny toecaps to their hatband |
Conceal your gut |
You won’t regret selecting the vicuna |
If you need a hand to shake |
If there’s a girl you want to make |
If there’s a soul you’re out to capture |
Or a heart you want to break |
If you want the world to love you |
You’ll have to learn to take |
And gracefully accept the role you’re playing |
You will earn every cent the lady’s paying |
So why not have it all? |
Now that didn’t hurt, did it? |
The lady’s paying! |