1.Lullaby of Broadway (From '42nd Street')
作詞：Al Dubin, Harry Warren
I'm sorry show business isn't for me. I'm goin' back to
Allentown
What was the word you've just said, Allentown？
I'm offering you a chance to star in a biggest musical
Broadway's seen in twenty years and you say, 'Allentown？'
Come on along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and bally hoo
The lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of the subway train
The rattle of the taxis
The daffy-dills who entertain
At Angelo's and Maxie's
When a Broadway baby says 'Good night'
It's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn
Good night, baby, good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby, sleep tight, let's call it a day
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway
Come on along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway
The hidee hi and boopa doo
The lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town
And everyone goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby 'round
'Til everything gets hazy
Hush-a-bye, 'I'll buy you this and that'
You hear a daddy sayin'
And baby goes home to her flat
To sleep all day
Good night, baby, good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby, sleep tight, let's call it a day
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway
Come on along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and bally hoo
The lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of the subway train
The rattle of the taxis
The daffy-dills who entertain
Until the dawn
Good night, baby, good night, milkman's on his way
I'll do it
Come on along, come on along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway
The hidee hi and boopa doo
The lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town
And everyone goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby 'round
And sleep all day
Listen to the lullaby of
Old Broadway!
2.You'll Never Walk Alone (From 'Carousel')
作詞：Oscar Ii Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers
When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone
3.Ol' Man River (From 'Showboat')
作詞：Oscar Ii Hammerstein, Jerome David Kern
There's an ol' man called De Mississippi
That's the ol' man that I'd like to be
What does he care if the world's got troubles
What does he care if the land ain't free
Ol' man river, that ol' man river
He must know somepin', but don't say nothin'
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along
He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton
And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten
But ol' man river he just keeps rollin' along
You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain
Tote that barge lift that bale
Get a little drunk and you lands in jail
I gets weary and sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin', and scared of dyin'
But ol' man river, he just keeps rollin' along
4.All That Jazz (From 'Chicago')
作詞：Fred Ebb, John Kander
Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town？
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that father dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that jazz and all that jazz
And all that jazz
It's just a noisy hall
And there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Listen, your husband ain't home, is he？
No, her husband is not at home
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is
Where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you lucky Lindy never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that jazz？
Oh, you're gonna see
Your Sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy
'Til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle？
Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that jazz
All that jazz
Come on, babe
Why don't we paint the town？
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano is hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that
No, I'm no-one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz, that jazz
5.If I Were a Rich Man (From 'Fiddler on the Roof')
作詞：Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick
Dear God, you made many, many poor people
I realize, of course, that it's no great shame to be poor
But it's no great honor either
So what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune？
If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Daidle deedle daidle daidle, man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with the real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere, just for show
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud 'Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack! Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack!'
Would land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say, 'Here lives a wealthy man', oy!
If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Daidle deedle daidle daidle, man
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double chin
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock
Oy! What a happy mood she's in
Screaming at the servants day and night
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them like a Solomon the Wise
'If you please, Reb Tevye, pardon me, Reb Tevye？'
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes
Ya va voy, ya va voy, voy vum
And it won't make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich, they think you really know
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men
Seven hours every day
That would be the sweetest thing of all, oy!
If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
Lord who made the lion and the lamb
You decreed I should be what I am
Would it spoil some vast, eternal plan
If I were a wealthy man？
6.Money (From 'Cabaret')
作詞：Fitzsimons, Kent, Whale
Money makes the world go around
The world go around, the world go around
Money makes the world go around
It makes the world go 'round
A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound
A buck or a pound, a buck or a pound
Is all that makes the world go around
That clinking clanking sound can make the world go 'round
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you happen to be rich and you feel like a night's
entertainment
You can pay for a gay escapade
If you happen to be rich and alone, and you need a companion
You can ring-ting-a-ling for the maid
If you happen to be rich and you find you are left by your lover
Though you moan and you groan quite a lot
You can take it on the chin
Call a cab and begin to recover on your fourteen carat yacht
Money makes the world go around
The world go around, the world go around
Money makes the world go around
Of that we can be sure, on being poor
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you haven't any coal in the stove and you freeze in the
winter
And you curse on the wind at your fate
When you haven't any shoes on your feet
And your coat's thin as paper and you look thirty pounds
underweight
When you go to get a word of advice from the fat little pastor
He will tell you to love evermore but when hunger comes a rap
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat at the window
At the window, who's there？ Hunger, hunger
See how love flies out the door for
Money makes the world go around
The world go around, the world go around
Money makes the, go around
That clinking clanking sound of
Money, money, money
Get a little money, money
Get a little money, money
Mark, a yen, a buck get a little or a pound
That clinking, clanking, clanking sound
Is all that makes the world go 'round
Money, money, money
It makes the world go round
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