She's No. Longer a Gypsy

She's no longer a gypsy She'll be leaving us soon She did the understudy-to-the-rescue bit Now she's halfway to the moon She's no longer a gypsy No more equity calls She's gonna get them crazy invitations now To Truman Capote's balls Have a beer Your last one, dear From this night on It's all champagne The star was late And I was great You got up early And pulled a Shirley MacLaine I'm no longer a gypsy Put me on the marquee It's out of the chorus into heaven time It should happen, it should only happen God, let it happen to me! She's no longer a gypsy She'll be leaving the street Hey, she's a regular Mitzy Gaynor now Don't you love them dancing feet? Fame, success Autographs Me, please, God Who? Broadway, Hollywood! Money money Thank you thank you Me! What is it that we're living for? Applause, applause Nothin' I know Brings on the glow Like sweet applause She's no longer a gypsy It's goodbye to the bunch If you ever get to Beverly Hills Don't drop in for lunch Treat her nice (la la la) That's our advice (la la la) Just take good care of this dear girl I'm telling you She will come through (la la la la la la) But, if she doesn't Oh, why not give me a whirl? She's no longer a gypsy Put her on the marquee Get to meet George Jessel at a friar's roast You'll be a big fat star and have the world on toast! But don't forget your friends who love you most It should happen to me It should happen to me It should happen to me It should happen, it should happen It should happen, it should happen It should, it should, it it should It should happen to me!