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People,
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers
Are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person,
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you are half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world.

With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you are half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world.

Gotta move, gotta get out
Gotta leave this place, gotta find some place
Some other place, some brand new place
Some place where each face that i see
Won't be staring back at me
Telling me what to be and how to be it
Some place where i can just be me
Gotta move, got to get out
Gotta leave this town, gotta find some town
Some big new town, some bright new town
Some new town with new places, new lives
And most of all some new faces
Gotta find a man, a new man
A man who won't worry 'bout where i go
A man who wont ask how i learned what i know
A man who will know that you've gotta be free
A man who will know when to just let me be
Gotta move, gotta get out
Gotta change my life, gotta find my life
I'll find me a place in some new town and baby
And when i find me that new place, then maybe ours,
Gotta leave this town
Gotta leave this place
Gotta find a new man...
Gotta move!

Why did i choose you?
What did i see in you?
I saw the heart you hide so well
I saw a quiet man who had a gentle way
A way that caught me in its glowing spell
Why did i want you?
What could you offer me?
A love to last a life time through
And when i lost my heart so many years ago,
I lost it lovingly and willingly to you...
If i had to choose again,
I would still choose you...

Back to being free again
Back to being me again
With all my precious freedom, my precious, precious freedom
On my own
Back to being on my own
Back to live the life i'd known
Before i ever knew him, before i ever knew him
Free again, independent me , free again
Time to call up all the crowd
Raise the roof and shout out loud
Time to have a party, a party
Lucky me, take a look at lucky, lucky me
Take a look and you can see
How much i love my freedom, my precious, precious freedom
Simple me, complicated, simple me
Back to where i used to be before i ever knew him
Before i ever knew him...
Free again, lucky, lucky me
Free again
Back in circulation, now,
Time for celebration, now
Time to have a party, a party...
Free again, independent me free again
Time to call up all the crowd
Raise the roof and shout out loud
Time to have a party!
Lucky me, take a look at lucky, lucky me
Back to where i used to be! back to where i used to be !
Free again... free again...
Free...

At the end of the baltimore run, fanny's train is leaving to go on to to chicago,
While nick must catch the train for new york and then head to europe. nick tells
Fanny he loves her and she suggests he marry her, but he wants to have a fortune
Before he does. on the spur of the moment, fanny decides to leave the tour and
Follow nick to new york. eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her out
Of it. ziegfeld tries as well, but fanny is intent on following nick; she has
Success in show business and now she wants a personal life as well. eddie tries
To advise her one more time, "don't", and she replies:

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade.
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if i'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least i didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, i guess i didn't make it!
But whether i'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
'cause i'm a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what i want--i know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target--and wham--
One shot, one gun shot, and bam--
Hey, mister arnstein, here i am!
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if i'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least i didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, i guess i didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause i'm a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

Trousers drag on, slowly drag on through the street
Yes, i'm walking, but i'm walking without feet
I'm not finding foot at all
With what's too big and what's too small
But sam, sam, you promised me both ends would meet
You made the coat and vest fit the best
You made the linen nice and strong
But sam, you made the pants too long
You made the tip lapel look so oh swell
Who am i to say that you're wrong?
But sam, you made the pants too long
They got the belt, and they got suspenders
So what can they lose?
But what good are belts, what good suspenders
When the pants are hanging over the shoes?
You feel the winter breeze up and down the knees
The belt is where the tie belongs
'cause sam, sam, sam,
You made the pants too long
You know what i mean, sam?