Act 1: Class

The bridge is my rainbow
The bridge is my friend
And it's got a pot o' gold at the other end
Not a pot o' gold you can buy or sell
It's the Plaza Hotel

I'm crossing the rainbow, I'm taking a ride
To a razzle-dazzle world, on the other side
Very special world, gotta have a pass
Called "Class"

A man can be
A runner by day
But socially, what counts is the way he looks
That's what I mean by "Class"

I've got two suits
Just two to my name
I got just two suits
But both of 'em came from Brooks
That's what I mean by "Class"

"Class" is when you're wrapped in Harris tweed
And always look impeccable in what you're wrapped in
"Class" is when you demonstrate your breeding
Like, for instance, when you call a waiter "Captain"

This is why
A room is a flat
You don't say tie, you call it cravat
Say you drink from a tumbler
Instead of a glass
That's the mark of someone who has
What I call "Class"

The beautiful people who live out there
Have savoir-faire, that's "class" in French
The beautiful people who live with grace
On Sutton Place, wear robes and peignoirs
And purchase Renoirs

The beautiful people
Are my people, it's them I belong with
So tell me, what's wrong with that?

The beautiful people are not for you
Their blood is blue, they're out of your class
Be yourself, Gene, be yourself

Be yourself, Gene, be yourself
I'd like to own a Rolls-Royce (be yourself, Gene, be yourself)
A town house, a yacht (be yourself, Gene, be yourself)
All things expensive and choice (be yourself, Gene, be yourself)
And rare
I've got the friends that I need to share what I've got
But I need the things to share

Some people live out their lives
And don't give a damn
They buy things on the installment plan
That's not for me, I don't want to be what I am
I wanna be what I can

The beautiful people get up at noon
And spend all their time having fun
They better make way, 'cause pretty soon
The four hundred will be four hundred and one!

Ten buck tips
Havana cigars
Cross-country trips in high-powered cars
"Captain, bring me a brandy, and a large demitasse"
Weeknights, I'm a Brooklyn boy
But on Saturday night, I've got class



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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