Harry Connick, Jr. - There's No Business Like Show Business Lyrics
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerkAre secretly unhappy men becauseThe butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerkGet paid for what they do but no applauseTheyd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbyeFor anything theatrical and whyTheres no business like show businessLike no business I knowEverything about it is appealingEverything the traffic will allowNowhere could you get that happy feelingWhen you are stealing that extra bowTheres no people like show peopleThey smile when theyre lowEven with a turkey that you know will foldYou may be stranded out in the coldStill you wouldnt change it for a sack of goldLets go on with the showThe costumes, the scenery, the makeup, the propsThe audience that lifts you when youre downThe headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flopsThe sheriff that escorts you out of townThe opening when your heart beats like a drumThe closing when the customers wont comeTheres no business like show businessLike no business I knowYou get word the show has startedThat your favorite uncle died at dawnTop of that your pa and ma have partedYoure broken hearted but you go onTheres no people like show peopleThey never ever run out of doughYesterday they told you you would not go farThat night you opened and there you areNext day on your dressing room they hung a starLets go on with the show
