Long Island a Henry Street

FANNY:

Mrs. Arnstein, Mrs. Arnstein

What a beautiful, beautiful name!

I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady

Bow when I go by

I'm a corporation now

Not me, myself and I

Oh, how that marriage license works

On chambermaids and hotel clerks

The honeymoon was such delight

That we got married that same night

I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady

Still in bed by noon

Racking my brain deciding

Between orange juice and prune

Nick says nothing is too good for me

And who am I not to agree?

I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady

That's me

ALL:

She's Sadie, Sadie, married lady

MRS. BRICE:

Meet a mortgagee

ALL:

The ownеr of an icebox

DELIVERY MAN:

With a ten-year guarantee

FANNY:

Oh, sit mе in the softest seat

Quick!

A cushion for my feet

Do for me, buy for me, lift me, carry me

Finally got a guy to marry me

I do my nails, read up on sales

All day the records play

Then he comes home, I tell him

Oy, what a day I had today

I swear I'll do my wifely job

Just sit at home, become a slob

ALL:

Sadie, Sadie, married lady

FANNY:

That's me

ALL:

She's Sadie, Sadie, married lady

BOYS:

Sadie, you did the trick

GIRLS:

Not every girl can get herself

A guy who looks like Nick

FANNY:

To tell the truth, it hurt my pride

The groom was prettier than the bride

ALL:

Sadie, Sadie, married lady

FANNY:

A husband, a house, a mortgage, a baby

ALL:

Aw!

NICK:

You are the beautiful reflection of my love's affection

A walking illustration of my adoration

(spoken)

What do you think of our new home?

FANNY (spoken):

Nick, you said a cottage on Long Island

NICK (spoken):

This is Long Island and I believe there is a cottage right next to the stables

FANNY:

Boy, when you marry you sure do it right

ALL:

Sadie, Sadie, married lady

FANNY:

That's who?

ALL:

That's you

FANNY:

That's me, married lady

ALL:

Say hello to Ziegfeld's married lady

Lady, lady, lady

Sadie

FANNY:

That's me

MRS. BRICE:

At least she got you a good job

What am I but a built in babysitter?

(sung)

My work is done

My work is done

EDDIE:

Our work is done

She doesn't need us

She'll have cake

We'll have crumbs

Be careful of the stage door

Here she comes

Here she comes

Hello, Fanny, hello

MRS. BRICE:

Hello, Fanny, it's me, mama

What do you mean, "mama who?"

EDDIE:

It's good to see her from afar

MRS. BRICE:

I lost a daughter but I gained a star

EDDIE:

And who taught her everything she knows?

I taught her everything she knows

She sings likе a bird

Yes, indeed

But who used to stand therе

And feed her the seed?

Who taught her how to pick her clothes?

MRS. BRICE (spoken):

Eddie, that I did

EDDIE:

Who taught her how to tap her toes?

Will she admit it?

Kid, you said it

They all forget they know ya

When it comes to credit

Tell me, have you ever seen her take this pose?

I taught her everything

How to hoof and how to sing

I taught her everything she knows

MRS. BRICE:

Who taught her everything she knows?

EDDIE (spoken):

Let me hear it, Rosie

MRS. BRICE:

I taught her everything she knows

EDDIE (spoken):

You're preachin' to the choir

MRS. BRICE:

That mischievous smile

The devil may care

You don't pull

Such mannerisms

Out of thin air

The men who are older might prefer

The original manufacturer

BOTH:

It hurts me to say it

But why not be fair?

When you see her on the stage

You're seeing me there

MRS. BRICE:

She still has trouble executing one of those, yeah

EDDIE:

If they could have paid the price

They'd have hired Rosie Brice

MRS. BRICE:

Who stands after every show

Selling matches in the snow?

EDDIE:

But in the world of grease paint

That's the way it goes

BOTH:

We taught her everything

How to hoof and how to sing

We taught her how to whack

A joke from here to Hackensack

EDDIE:

We taught her everything

MRS. BRICE:

We taught her everything

BOTH:

We taught her everything she knows