Ya pays yer money and ya takes yer chances
step inside my friends to the show that never ends
"There's No Business Like Show Business........"
If i can . . . make it here, i'll make it . . . anywhere . . .
A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage . . .
And then is heard no more . . .
Play that funky music, white boy!
shaved his legs and then he was a she
Black velvet in that slow Southern style
Candy came from out on the Island
In the backroom she was everybody's darlin
Lou Reed
She wore bluuuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeee vellllllllllllvett
-- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Bluer than velet . . . were her eyes . . .
