There's No Business Like Show Business Lyrics - Postcard - Mary Hopkin

The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk 

Are secretly unhappy men because 

The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk 

Get paid for what they do but no applause 

They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye 

For anything theatrical and why 

There's no business like show business 

Like no business, I know 

Everything about it is appealing 

Everything, the traffic will allow 

Nowhere could you get that happy feeling 

When you are stealing that extra bow 

There's no people like show people 

They smile when they're 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 sack of gold 

Let's go on with the show 

The costumes, the scenery, the makeup, the props 

The audience that lifts you when you're down 

The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops 

The sheriff who escorts you out of town 

The opening when your heart beats like a drum 

The closing when the customers won't come 

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 

Top of that, your pa and ma have parted 

You're broken hearted but you go on 

Ooh, there's no people like show people 

They never ever run out of dough 

Yesterday, they told you, "You would not go far" 

That night you opened and there you are 

Next day, on your dressing room they've hung the star 

Let's go on with the show, on with the show 

On with the show, on with the show