Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Dossett
John Dossett
Performer
Douglas Sills
Douglas Sills
Performer
War Paint Original Broadway Ensemble
War Paint Original Broadway Ensemble
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Korie
Michael Korie
Composer
Scott Frankel
Scott Frankel
Composer

Lirik

Goodnight, Mister Arden!
Very funny
Goodnight, Mister Arden!
A joke's a joke
Working late, Mister Arden?
For Christ's sake!
(singing)
This just ain't my day...
(spoken)
Sorry, Nancy
Ladies, it's after five, who's up for a cocktail?!
(singing)
Step on out, take Manhattan
When a tomcat goes tomcattin'
Pink it ain't, when I repaint the town!
Step on out with a spender
Gonna pull an all-night bender
Stay up late until we close the last bartender down!
Wanna mingle with the fast crowd!
Quick flings! Good times! No strings!
Wedded bliss? What baloney!
Man ain't made for matrimony!
Ta-ta-toots! Tough luck, Mama
I'm a louse, no doubt!
But when you step on me, old lady
I step on out!
I took only what belongs to me: my cloisonné inkwell, my Tiffany paperweight... oh, and my self-respect
Like a son I treat you, and this is how you repay me, a knife in the heart?
If you need me, try the Red Door
No, Harry, you would never... You mustn't! Harry, HARRY!
Step on out, time for high-balls
Taken crap up to my eyeballs!
Seize the day, before the night is through!
Doo-wah, doo-wah, scoodley-doodley-doo!
Step on out, wave a fiver
Hail a cab and tell the driver:
"Up to Harlem's cotton club, and make it snappy too!"
Wanna mingle where the wine goes
Lights blaze!
Satchmo's horn plays!
She's the boss
No one needs me
So I bite the hand that feeds me!
Call me Cad!
Call me callow, shallow gad-about!
But when you step on me, old lady
I step on out!
You need to dry out in the sauna
Why so soon, come on, girlie?
Too late now to get home early
Give me a restorative Miss Arden doesn't give!
Sick of living where the hope dies
Hearts ache, love lies, balls break
Win me one, for the gipper
I'm too blind to find my zipper
I think it's best if you take a room at the Waldorf, my lawyer will contact you tomorrow
Slap my face, black my blue eye. Do I give a damn?
At least I never sold you out, no, ma'am!
My life belongs to me
A low-down stinking lout!
The man you hoped I'd be? So sorry
He just stepped out!
Written by: Michael Korie, Scott Frankel
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