'Mr. Saturday Night' Original Cast & Billy Crystal -
Mr. Saturday Night (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
There's A Chance
I'm not high or in jail
I don't need to make bail
I'm not pregnant, I swear, I'm just glowing
With excitement, I can't keep from showing
'Cause it looks like I may have a job
There's an opening slot for a permanent spot
And they gave me a definite maybe
Of course, everyone else is a baby
It's not grand but I won't be a snob
There's a chance
There's a chance
I'll be finally using my skills
I could make my own way
But you still pay my analyst bills
There's a chance
There's a chance
I might finally see something through
And if I get this chance
There's a chance you'll be proud of me too
It's in PR
Puerto Rico?
No, Dad, ugh, Public relations
Oh
Oh, honey, that's–that could be wonderful
I'd be in a good space
I could get a nice place
With a roommate or two if I need to
And who knows what else it could lead to
Once I get that job in my mitts
Nicer clothes I could buy
I could meet a nice guy
One who isn't cheat or a stealer
Or gay, or my boss, or my dealer
Man, my picker's sure been on a fritz
There's a chance
There's a chance
Though I know nothing's written in stone
It may be that I am not fated to die
Bitter broke and alone
There's a chance
There's a chance
That my life could be happy somehow
Had this stuff with the feds and my meds
But I'm much better now
What's it pay?
Aha, there it is, you see? I'm leaving
Don't leave, it's a normal question about a job
What does it pay?
It pays ten cents a year, okay?
That's what it pays, it pays ten cents a year
Okay, that's something
It's ten cents more than you made last year
Why, after I came back from my latest slip
I managed to pick up my 90-day chip
Do you put a price tag on what I'm worth?
Now, here comes this chance for a job in my line
It's nothing fancy but it would be mine
You've ruin my first 40 years on this earth
That's all you're allowed
You don't get the pleasure of making me cry
If you can't be proud
Can't you just lie?
Lie
There's a chance
There's a chip
Ugh, why am I wasting my breath?
I'm spinning my wheels
It's okay no big deal
Hey, it's just life or death
There's a chance
There's a chance
I might finally see something through
I'm not taking drugs
And I'm not robbing banks
And if I get this job
By the seat of my spanx
It'll be no thanks to you
Susie, stay
Not a chance
I don't need to make bail
I'm not pregnant, I swear, I'm just glowing
With excitement, I can't keep from showing
'Cause it looks like I may have a job
There's an opening slot for a permanent spot
And they gave me a definite maybe
Of course, everyone else is a baby
It's not grand but I won't be a snob
There's a chance
There's a chance
I'll be finally using my skills
I could make my own way
But you still pay my analyst bills
There's a chance
There's a chance
I might finally see something through
And if I get this chance
There's a chance you'll be proud of me too
It's in PR
Puerto Rico?
No, Dad, ugh, Public relations
Oh
Oh, honey, that's–that could be wonderful
I'd be in a good space
I could get a nice place
With a roommate or two if I need to
And who knows what else it could lead to
Once I get that job in my mitts
Nicer clothes I could buy
I could meet a nice guy
One who isn't cheat or a stealer
Or gay, or my boss, or my dealer
Man, my picker's sure been on a fritz
There's a chance
There's a chance
Though I know nothing's written in stone
It may be that I am not fated to die
Bitter broke and alone
There's a chance
There's a chance
That my life could be happy somehow
Had this stuff with the feds and my meds
But I'm much better now
What's it pay?
Aha, there it is, you see? I'm leaving
Don't leave, it's a normal question about a job
What does it pay?
It pays ten cents a year, okay?
That's what it pays, it pays ten cents a year
Okay, that's something
It's ten cents more than you made last year
Why, after I came back from my latest slip
I managed to pick up my 90-day chip
Do you put a price tag on what I'm worth?
Now, here comes this chance for a job in my line
It's nothing fancy but it would be mine
You've ruin my first 40 years on this earth
That's all you're allowed
You don't get the pleasure of making me cry
If you can't be proud
Can't you just lie?
Lie
There's a chance
There's a chip
Ugh, why am I wasting my breath?
I'm spinning my wheels
It's okay no big deal
Hey, it's just life or death
There's a chance
There's a chance
I might finally see something through
I'm not taking drugs
And I'm not robbing banks
And if I get this job
By the seat of my spanx
It'll be no thanks to you
Susie, stay
Not a chance
Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Devon Green, Brown John Robert
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