I Could Get You in JJ

Just look at that lucky guy
Sittin' there, bein' hip
Makin' music to make ya' die

Next life, Sidney, piano lessons

This life, ya got whatcha got
Whatcha got is a pip
You're a chicken in a chicken pot
So do your dance, shake your tail
Sell your wares, make a sale

Get a client
Any client
Maybe Mr. Music
Why not?
Man, you're good!
You're good enough to make it
I could help you take it up a tone
You need a way to get your name out
To make it known
I could get behind ya like a bass trombone

I could get you in J.J
I could start you off big
And we'd only be puttin' out copy that you dig

Gimme fifty bucks
I will start you up

I don't want any part of J.J
I'm doin' it on my own

Hey, you wanna be playin' no-name dives the rest of your life?
Okay, enjoy yourself
Approach the starlet

Pardon my French
But honey, you're a killer
Readin' Arthur Miller at the bar
I betcha crazy 'bout the method
The type you are
Me? I got a method that could take ya far

I could get you in J.J
I could take ya' so fast
That in Gotham or Hollywood
You're the girl to cast

I don't want my name in a column
I'm trying to help a new face!
Smile!
And that dress, more low cut
Remember Lana Turner
Lana Turner?
Lana was always well turned out
So when she sat at the soda fountain
At Schwab's drug store
On that magic day the talent scouts saw her
Lana was ready for her life to begin!
The Voodoo Club could be your Schwab's!

I knew the moment I met you
I said "She could get those juicy jobs"
You wanna bet me?
First just let me get you in J.J
I could give you the blitz
And the rest o' the ingénues
They'd be havin' fits

J.J.'s more than a column
He's the bone and the blood
He's the spine, the spinal column
And he's my buddy! He's my bud!

I can get you in J.J
Sure you can!
I could call him right now!
No! No!
I could do the five W's
Who, what, where, when, wow
I could call him right now!



Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Hamlisch, Craig Carnelia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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