Sweet Charity: There's Gotta Be Something Better Than This

There's gotta be something better than this
There's gotta be something better to do
And when I find me something better to do
I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out and do it!

There's gotta be some respectable trade
There's gotta be something easy to learn
And if I find me something a halfwit can learn
I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out and learn it!

All these jokers, how I hate them
With their groping, grabbing, clutching, clinching
Strangling, handling, bumbling, pinching
Phooey!

There's gotta be some life cleaner than this
There's gotta be some good reason to live
And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out and live it!
Right!

I got it!
Ooh, I got it!
I'm gonna be a receptionist
In one of those glass office buildings
Lieber Brothers
No, no, no
Seagram's
Nine to five, I'm gonna have my very own typewriter
Underwood
And water coolers and office parties
And coffee breaks

When I sit at my desk on the forty-first floor
In my copy of a copy of a copy of Dior
I'll receive big tycoons
And I'll point to a chair
I'll say, "Honey, while you're waiting
How would you like to put it down over there?"

There's gotta be something better than this
There's gotta be something better to do
And when I find me something better to do
I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out and do it!

Me too!
I'm gonna get outta here and go right to the top
And I'm gonna be a hat-check girl
At Sardi's East
And I'll wear one of them fine little black numbers
You know, cut up to here
And down to there
Ooh, and all those hats coming in
Derbys, humbirds
Ooh! And that cute little checkered number
With the skinny brim and the feather

Check your hat, sir!
Check your coat, sir!
Check your vest, sir!
Check your pants!
Check your socks, sir!
Check your shoes, sir!
I can hold them while you dance

Check your eyes, sir!
Check your ears, sir!
Check and see if you are free
How about it? After hours
I'll check you and you check me!

Me too
(What?)
I'm gettin' out too!
(But, Baby, what can you do?)
I don't know
Just get me out of here and I'll figure it out later!

There's gotta be some life cleaner than this
There's gotta be some good reason to live
And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out and live it!

La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la, la
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Ha-hi-ya, ha-hi-ya, ha-hi-ya, ha-hi-ya!

And when I find me some kind of life I can live
I'm gonna get up (yeah, baby)
I'm gonna get out
I'm gonna get up, get out
And live
Live it!



Credits
Writer(s): Dorothy Fields, Cy Coleman
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