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Barbra Streisand( Barbara Joan Streisand )
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Ballad Of The Garment Trade
If you don't want to get nervous Do yourself a great big service; Stay away please far from Seventh Avenue!
You can lose your sense and reason Guessing what style for next season. Yes, the dress business will make a wreck of you!
It's a battle of fierce and grim That depends on the ladies' whim, What will Miss and Mrs.'s America's answer be?
Will she say with a tossing head, 'In that rag I wouldn't drop dead!' Or will she sigh, 'Yes, this dress is really me!'
On guessing what, a dame will say; A sheer impossibility! These poor kid's bravely work away And try to build that industry. How crazy, bold and reckless Can human beings be . . . ?
Hip, hip, hooray! For the garment trade! Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Give a cheer that will amuse out heroes, everyone! Day after day... they go undismayed To the cockamamie job that must be done. Off to the fray on their brave crusade, 'Gallant ladies' garment trade' . . . Go in health, Godspeed! Indigestion's breed; Men and ulcers on parade!
What a business what a sap game! It's about as much a business as a crap game! Snapper, zipper, hole, or button - All we know is what the experts know from nothin'! So, the last line you got by with. Coming right up is another you could die with. If you're right the dough could flow in; If you're not you haven't got a pot to sew in!
Off to the fray on their brave crusade, 'Gallant ladies' garment trade' . . . Go in health, Godspeed! Indigestion's breed; Men and ulcers on parade!
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