Dance: Ten; Looks: Three

I swiped my dance card once after an audition
And on a scale of ten they gave me
For dance
Ten
For looks
Three
Well!
Dance, ten, looks, three
And I'm still on unemployment
Dancing for my own enjoyment
That ain't it, kid, That ain't it, kid!
Dance, ten, looks, three
Is like to die
Left the theater
And called the doctor
For my appointment to buy
Tits and ass
Bought myself a fancy pair
Tightened up the derriere
Did the nose with it

All that goes with it!

Tits and ass

Had the bingo-bongos done

Suddenly I'm getting national tours

Tits and ass won't get you jobs
Unless they're yours
Didn't cost a fortune neither
Didn't hurt my sex life either
Flat and sassy
I would get the strays and losers
Beggars really can't be choosers
That ain't it, kid, that ain't it, kid
Fix the chassis,"How do you do"
Life turned into an
Endless medley of
"Gee, it had to be you"
Why?
Tits and ass
Where the cupboard once was bare
Now you knock and someone's there
You have got 'em, hey, top to bottom, hey
It's a gas
Just a dash of silicone
Shake your new maracas and you're fine
Tits and ass can change your life
They sure changed mine
You're all looking at my tits now, aren't you?
Have it all done
Honey, take my word
Grab a cab, c'mon
See the wizard on
Park and seventy-third
For
Tits and ass
Orchestra and balcony
What they want is what ya see
Keep the best of you
Do the rest of you
Pits or class
I have never seen it fail
Debutante or chorus girl or wife
Tits and ass
Yes, tits and ass
Have changed my life!



Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Hamlisch, Edward Lawrence Kleban
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