Baltimore

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You Are Woman, I Am Man

NICK:
You are woman, I am man
You are smaller, so I can be taller than
You are softer to the touch
It's a feeling I like feeling very much
You are someone I've admired
Still, our friendship
Leaves something to be desired
Does it take more explanation than this?
You are woman, I am man
Let's kiss
FANNY:
Isn't this the height of nonchalance
Furnishing a bed in restaurants?
Well, a bit of dinner never hurt
But guess who is gonna be dessert?
Do good girls do just what mama says
When mama's not around?
It's a feeling
Oy vey, what a feeling
NICK (spoken):
A bit of pâté?
FANNY (spoken):
I drink it all day.

(sung)

Should I do the things he'll tell me to?
In this pickle, what would Sadie do?
In my soul I feel an inner lack
Just suppose he wants his dinner back
BOTH:
Does it take more explanation than this?
FANNY:
Just some dried-out toast in a sliver
On the top a little chopped liver
How many girls become a sinner
While waiting for a roast beef dinner?
Though most girls slip in ordinary ways
I got style, I do it bordelaise
Well, at least he thinks I'm special
He ordered à la carte
It's a feeling I like feeling very…
I feel the feeling down to my toes
Now I feel that there's a fire here
Try that once a little higher, dear
What a beast to ruin such a pearl?
Would a convent take a Jewish girl?
Does it take more explanation than this?
Ooh, the thrills and chills going through me
If I stop him now, can he sue me?
NICK:
You are woman
FANNY:
You are man
BOTH:
Let's...

Don't Rain On My Parade

FANNY:

Don't tell me not to live

Just sit and putter

Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter

Don't bring around a cloud!

To rain on my parade!

Don't tell me not to fly

I've simply got to

If someone takes a spill

It's me and not you!

Who told you you're allowed

To rain on my parade?!

I'll march my band out

I'll beat my drum

And if I'm fanned out

Your turn at bat, sir

At least I didn't fake it

Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it

But whether I'm the rose

Of sheer perfection

A freckle on the nose

Of life's complexion

The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye

I gotta fly once

I gotta try once

Only can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, life is juicy

Juicy, and you see

I gotta have my bite, sir!

Get ready for me, love

'Cause I'm a "comer"

I simply gotta march

My heart's a drummer!

Don't bring around a cloud

To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now

Get what I want, I know how

One roll for the whole shebang

One throw, that bell will go clang

Eye on the target and wham

One shot, one gun shot, and bam!

Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am!

I'll march my band out

I will beat my drum

And if I'm fanned out

Your turn at bat, sir

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir

I guess I didn't make it

Get ready for me, love

'Cause I'm a "comer,"!

I simply gotta march

My heart's a drummer

Nobody, no, nobody

Is gonna rain on my parade!

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