Bombshell Medley

Five, six, seven, eight

In this factory where dreams can come true,
Are you ready to make someone new?
You're the team that must teach me to do,
The 20th century fox mambo!

Make it up! shake it up!
Let the fantasies begin!
To get cast, change the past
Make the light just right for cine
Take a gamble cause it's safe to bet
Mister zanick ain't seen nothin' yet!
When we're finished he'll never forget
This 20th century fox!

Hurry hurry step right up,
see the star who lives for the spotlight,
turn the mics and cameras on or she feels incomplete.

Now before it hits the screen,
watch us play the final scene,
right here on Lexington and 52nd street.

Through missing keys and broken strings
The music was our own
Until the day we said our last goodbyes
The baby grand was sent away
A child all alone
I pray somebody else could realize

That something secondhand and broken (Call the Justice of the Peace)
Still can make a pretty sound (But don't tell him our names)
Even if it doesn't have a place to live (Don't
put out a press release, or mention baseball games)

Oh the words are still unspoken (Nothing can beat the view)
Now that momma's not around (When as far as the eye can see)
But that Secondhand White Baby Grand (No one but Mrs, no one but Mr,)
Still has something beautiful to give (Smith and me)

Woah woah woah woah

Someday they'll write lots of books about our fame and glory
But afar their reports are just movies and sports
They'll be missing the whole story
Cuz history is made at night
So close the books turn off the lights
And listen
Let my heart be the teacher
No one here to disapprove
As we review the lessons you've been missing
Let the moon be our only light
Cuz history is made at night

When we're feeling down and low,
Then our favorite word is no
Cause it points the way to go.
Let's be bad.
Who knows what will come tomorrow?
Neighbor, lose the sauce and sorrow.
Here's some sugar you can borrow.
Let's be bad.
Don't want to be boring
Our twenties are roaring
Let's punish the flooring
Yeah drummer man, do what you can
Tonight the (whoo!) will hit the fan!

Here's the key for my ignition,
Hit the gas to my transmission!
When you hear the things I'm wishin'
You won't offer opposition!
Let's prohibit Prohibition!
Let's be bad!

There are some in this world who have strength of their own,
Never broken or need of repair.
But there are some born to shine who can't do it alone,
So protect them and take special care.
Take care,
And don't forget me.
Please take care,
And don't forget me.

When you look to the heavens with someone you love
And a light's shining bright from afar,
Hope you see my face there,
And then offer a prayer,
And please, let me be, let me be the star.



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Wittman
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