Don’t Look At Me

Ben
Ben
Ben Stone, I wan't reason
Look at me! Damn it
You turn around and you look at me

Ben, it's me
Now, folks, we bring you
Direct from Phoenix
Live and in person
Sally Durant!

Here she is at last
Twinkle in her eye
Hot off the press
Strictly a mess
Nevertheless

Hi, Ben

No, don't look at me
Please, not just yet
Why am I here?
This it crazy!

No, don't look at me
I know that face
You're trying to place
The name

Say something, Ben
Anything.
No, don't talk to me
Ben, I forget
What were we like?
It's so hazy!

Look at these people
Aren't they eerie?
Look at this party
Isn't it dreary?
I'm so glad I came.

Yes, it's possible
You might be Sally
Did you fall asleep at Toscanini broadcasts?
Did you eat Baby Ruths for breakfast?

Ha, ha, ha
I still do sometimes
Oh, Ben, you're just the way I knew you'd be
You make me feel like I was nineteen
and the four of us were going on the town

So
Just look at us
Fat
Turning gray
Still playing games
Acting crazy

Isn't it awful?
God! How depressing
Me, I'm a hundred
You, you're a blessing

I'm so glad I came!

What we need is a drink



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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