Business, business, business, business,
business, business, business, business
There's no business like show business,
like no business I know
No business like it,
everything about it is appealing
Why it's grand
Everything the traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get
that happy feeling
When you aren't stealing
that extra bow
There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold
You may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn't change
it for a stack of gold
Let's go on with the show
The butcher and the baker
and the grocer and the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher and the baker
and the grocer and the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no a part
They gladly bid their
dreary jobs goodbye
For anything theatrical and why
Because there's no business
like show business
Like no business I know
You get word before the
show has started
that your favorite uncle died at dawn.
On top of that,
your pa and ma have parted.
You're broken hearted, but you go on.
Good boy.
There's no people like show people.
They don't run out of dough.
Yesterday they told you
you would not go far.
That night you open and there you are.
Next day on your dressing room,
they've hung a star.
Let's go on with the show.
Because there's no people like,
show people
they smile when they are low,
low, low, low.
Angels come from everywhere
with lots of Jack.
And when you lose it,
there's no attack.
Where could you get money
that you don't give back?
Let's go on with the show right now.
Let's go on with the show.