Tekst Utworu

Good times and bum times I've seen them all and, my dear I'm still here Plush velvet sometimes Sometimes just pretzels and beer But I'm here I've stuffed the dailies in my shoes Strummed ukuleles, sung the blues Seen all my dreams disappear But I'm here I've slept in shanties Guest of the W.P.A. But I'm here Danced in my scanties Three bucks a night was the pay But I'm here I've stood on bread lines with the best Watched while the headlines did the rest In the depression was I depressed? Nowhere near I became a big financier and I'm here I've gotten through: "Hey, lady, aren't you whoozis? Wow, what a looker you were" Or better yet: "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis Whatever happened to her?" Oh, good times and bum times I've seen them all and, my dear I'm still here Plush velvet sometimes Sometimes just pretzels and beer But I'm here I've run the gamut, A to Z Three cheers and dammit C'est la vie I got through all of last year And I'm here Lord knows, at least I was there And I'm here Look who's here! I'm still here!
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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