Facade
If you live around here
You need cash in the bank
'Cause the houses 'round here
Are all flashy and swank
An' the front bit, ha
'at's what's called a facade
All the people 'round here
Are as posh as can be
You won't seem hobnobbin'
With rubbish like me
It's the snob bit
Also called a facade
Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain't
That's how their little
Game is played
Livin' out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who'd want to trade?
But there's one thing I know
And I know it for sure
This disease that they've got
Has got no ready cure
And I'm certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life's a facade
Every night here one house
Or another is a fun-house
'Cause there's someone giving a party
As you see, sir
This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It's the betrothal of Sir Danver's
Daughter, Lisa
Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He's a bloody sight better than them
Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society
A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who's never even heard of notoriety
The ladies an' gents 'ere before you
Which none of 'em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they're sinners an' crooks
Hypocrites
If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T'isn't hard, dear
To create a facade
You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it's a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That's the game here
And the name is facade
One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do (Ha)
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots
I'm inclined to think
Half mankind
Thinks the other half is blind
Wouldn't be surprised to find
They're all in cahoots
At the end of the day
They don't mean what they say
They don't say what they mean
They don't ever come clean
And the answer
Is it's all a facade
Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You'll be held in regard
And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (Stay on your guard)
They'll all say you're a card
People love the facade (Stay on your guard)
What's behind the facade?
Look behind
The facade
You need cash in the bank
'Cause the houses 'round here
Are all flashy and swank
An' the front bit, ha
'at's what's called a facade
All the people 'round here
Are as posh as can be
You won't seem hobnobbin'
With rubbish like me
It's the snob bit
Also called a facade
Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain't
That's how their little
Game is played
Livin' out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who'd want to trade?
But there's one thing I know
And I know it for sure
This disease that they've got
Has got no ready cure
And I'm certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life's a facade
Every night here one house
Or another is a fun-house
'Cause there's someone giving a party
As you see, sir
This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It's the betrothal of Sir Danver's
Daughter, Lisa
Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He's a bloody sight better than them
Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society
A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who's never even heard of notoriety
The ladies an' gents 'ere before you
Which none of 'em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they're sinners an' crooks
Hypocrites
If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T'isn't hard, dear
To create a facade
You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it's a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That's the game here
And the name is facade
One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do (Ha)
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots
I'm inclined to think
Half mankind
Thinks the other half is blind
Wouldn't be surprised to find
They're all in cahoots
At the end of the day
They don't mean what they say
They don't say what they mean
They don't ever come clean
And the answer
Is it's all a facade
Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You'll be held in regard
And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (Stay on your guard)
They'll all say you're a card
People love the facade (Stay on your guard)
What's behind the facade?
Look behind
The facade
Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Bricusse, Frank Wildhorn
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