| The Cowboys, the wrestlers, the tumblers, the clowns
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| The roustabouts that move the show at dawn
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| The music, the splights, the people, the towns
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| Your baggage with the labbels pasted on
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| The saw dust, and the horses, and the smell
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| The towel you’ve taken from the last hotel
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| There’s no business like show business
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| Like no business I know
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| Everything about it is appealing
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| Everything that traffic will allow
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| Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
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| When you are stealing that extra bow
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| There’s no people like show people
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| They smile when they are low
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| Yesterday they told you you would not go far
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| That night you opened and there you are
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| Next day on your dressing room
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| They’ve hung a star
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| Let’s go, on with the show
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| The costumes, the scenary, the make-up, the props
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| The audience that lifts you when you’re down
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| The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops
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| The sheriff that escorts you out of town
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| The opening when your heart beats like a drum
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| The closing when the customers don’t come
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| There’s no business like show business
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| If you tell me it’s so
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| Travelling through the country is so thrilling
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| Standing out in front on opening nights
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| Smiling as you watch the dancers filling
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| And see ya billing up there in lights
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| There’s no people like show people
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| They smile when they are low
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| Even with a turkey that you know will fold
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| You may be stranded out in the cold
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| Still you wouldn’t change it for a sack of gold
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| Let’s go on with the show
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| Let’s go on with the show |