My Name Is Barbra

I want a gown of diamonds
Long gloves and sweet perfumes
Hats made of silks and satins
Seaqueens and ostrich plums
I want to wear mascara
Polish my nails real bright
I want to be an actress
Actresses play all night
If i should sneeze it's a sign
All that i want to will be mine
Oh please, pretty, please
Dear nose make me sneeze
I want to find my true love
Like all the love songs say
I want to do what i want
I want to get my way
Wild dreams grow wise
When sweet childhood flies
Time waved a hand
And the breeze blue the sand from my eyes
I want a gown of kingdom
Diamonds would weigh me down
Pompoms and plums are pretty
If you're a circus clown
Funny how black mascara
Streaks when the tears begin
Nail polish, rouge and powder
Can't paint the sparkle in
Once i was slaved to a sneeze
Now sneezing is just a disease
A rose is a rose
And a nose just a nose
True love's a phrase for love songs
Real love's a leaving thing
I want the love worth living
I want the things i sing
I want the love worth living
I want the things i sing

I got no lock on the door, that's the way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor
That's okay with me, 'cause the things that i prize
Like the stars in the skies they're all free
Oh, i got plenty of nothin', and nothin's plenty for me
I got no car, i got no mule, i got no misery!
The folks with plenty of plenty
They got a lock on their door
Afraid somebody is agoin' to rub'em
While they're out there makin' more
Wjhat for?
I got no lock on the door
That's the way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor
That's okay with me'cause the things that i prize
Like the stars in the skies, are all free
So, i got plenty of nothin', and nothin's plenty for me
I got the sun, i got the moon, i got the deep blue sea
The folks with plenty of plenty
All they got to pray all the day
Seems with plenty, you sure got to worry
How to keep the devil away
Keep them away
Oh, i'm never afraid about hell, till my time arrives
Never worry, never worry, long as i'm well
Never one to strive to be good, to be bad
What the hell, i'm just glad i'm alive!
Oh, i got plenty of nothin', and nothin's plenty for me
Got my man, got my love, and i...i got my song!

Handsome, no, my man ain't handsome
But there's a trace of a wondrous grace
In his weary face
Life has done its best to break him
But his strength and courage
Make him just the kind of man a woman needs
Tender, he ain't always tender
But in his eyes something warm and wise
Lifts me to the skies
If his heart ain't always showing
It's a comfort just to know him
He' s the kind of man a woman needs
Sometimes he'll grow angry
At some foolish things i do
Than he'll forgive to spare me pain
Times he'll know i'm troubled
So he'll laugh to cheer me through
Till my heart is light
As summer rain...mmm...
No, my man ain't youthful
That time's gone by
But his head is high
And his dreams won't die
Though he's had his share of sorrow
He looks forward to tomorrow
He's the kind of man a woman needs
He's the kind of man a woman needs...

There will be violins playing
Softly, somewhere, won't there?
I shall be flying through rainbows
Though i can't fly, shan't i?
And when he lowers his lips
To kiss me, surely
The world will be lost from view
How much of the dream comes true?
He'll be the prince
Out of every childhood story, surely
His arms could crush me
But he will hold me gently, won't he?
And as the dawn slowly opens one eye,
Won't i find life wonderful and new?
How much of the dream comes true?
How much of the dream comes true?

Father has a business strictly second hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father's store
Even things i'm wearing someone wore before
It's no wonder that i feel abused
I never get a thing that ain't been used

I'm wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That's why they call me
Second hand rose

Even our piano in the parlor
Father bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand pearls
I'm sick of second hand curls
I never get a single think that's new
Even jake, the plumber, he's a man i adore
Had the nerve to tell me he's been married before!

Everyone knows that i'm just
Second hand rose
From second avenue!
From second avenue! nu!

One more time!
Everyone knows that i'm just
Second hand rose
(from second avenue!)
From what?
Let's see if you know the fills!
Once while strooling
Through the ritz a girl got my goat...
(she nudged her friend
And said oh look there goes
My old fur coat)
You don't need me!

Everyone knows that i'm just
Second hand rose
From second avenue!
(ya can't beat the egg-creams!)
Good! second avenue!
(there is more between me
And fifth avenue, i tell ya)
Right! second avenue!

I'm wearing second hand shoes
Second hand hose
All the girls hand me
Their second hand clothes
Even my pajamas when i darn 'em
Have somebody else's
Initials on 'em
Second hand rings
Mmm... second hand things
I never get what other girlies do

Once while strolling
Through the ritz a girl got my goat...
She nudged her friend
And said oh look there goes
My old fur coat

I don't believe in
Frettin' and grievin'
Why mess around with strife
I never was caught out
To step and strut out
Give me the simple life
Some find a pleasant dining on pheasants
Those things roll off my comb
Just serve me tomatoes
And mashed potatoes
Any place i hang my hat is home

Oh, i got plenty o' nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
I got no car, i got no mule
I got no misery
Don't you see
I got no lock on my door
That's okay with me
Cause the things that i prize
Like the stars in the skies are all free
I got plenty o' nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me

Once i built a railroad
Made it run,
Made it race
Against time
Once i built a railroad
Now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?
Say don't you remember
They called me al
It was al all the time
Say don't you remember
I'm your pal
Buddy can you spare a dime?

Nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket's
Not one penny
And your friends
Well, you haven't any
Soon as you get on your feet again
Everybody
Everybody
Is your long lost friend
It's mighty strange
Without a doubt
But nobody knows you
When you're down and out

Oh every one knows
That i'm just second hand rose
>from second avenue
Ya can't beat the egg-creams
>from second avenue
There is more between me
And fifth avenue
Than three blocks
I tell ya
Second avenue

The flowers in spring
The robins that sing
The sun beam that shines
They're yours, they're mine
And love can come to anyone
Because the best things in life are free