Without Me
I'm going to be a photographer, like my Uncle Jacques!
No! (That'll be the day)
No, no, it's true!
I'm going to be my uncle's assistant
Hold it!
Without me
Without me
How could he consider goin' anywhere?
Lookin' for his right arm
He'd find it wasn't there without me
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without me (Without me)
Without me (Without me)
You would hear him raving like a lunatic
Being a camera whose shutter couldn't click
Without me
Without me
My discretion
Will keep him at the top of his profession
If I left him
I feel without a doubt
He'd soon be down and out
Without me
Without me
Though it's quite a weight my shoulders have to bear
How could I rob him of
My certain savoir faire
Knowing he wouldn't know
To go from A to B without me
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without
Me!
Although you think of me as superfluous
He thinks of me as superlative
Although you think of me as ridiculous
He thinks of me as remarkable
Something very special
Something very rare
Something that you think of
Tres extraordinaire
Without me
Without me
Could he hope to win another Loving Cup?
Knowing he can't begin to know which end is up
Without me (Without me)
Without me
Me! Me! Hey! His existence
Depends on my invaluable assistance
If (if) I (I) left him
I feel within my heart
A fear he'd fall apart
I fear without a doubt
That he would soon be down and out
Without me
Without me
Could he hope to win another lovely cup?
No, he can't begin to know which end is up
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without me!
No! (That'll be the day)
No, no, it's true!
I'm going to be my uncle's assistant
Hold it!
Without me
Without me
How could he consider goin' anywhere?
Lookin' for his right arm
He'd find it wasn't there without me
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without me (Without me)
Without me (Without me)
You would hear him raving like a lunatic
Being a camera whose shutter couldn't click
Without me
Without me
My discretion
Will keep him at the top of his profession
If I left him
I feel without a doubt
He'd soon be down and out
Without me
Without me
Though it's quite a weight my shoulders have to bear
How could I rob him of
My certain savoir faire
Knowing he wouldn't know
To go from A to B without me
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without
Me!
Although you think of me as superfluous
He thinks of me as superlative
Although you think of me as ridiculous
He thinks of me as remarkable
Something very special
Something very rare
Something that you think of
Tres extraordinaire
Without me
Without me
Could he hope to win another Loving Cup?
Knowing he can't begin to know which end is up
Without me (Without me)
Without me
Me! Me! Hey! His existence
Depends on my invaluable assistance
If (if) I (I) left him
I feel within my heart
A fear he'd fall apart
I fear without a doubt
That he would soon be down and out
Without me
Without me
Could he hope to win another lovely cup?
No, he can't begin to know which end is up
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without me
Without me!
Credits
Writer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.