No-Talent Joe-Gwen Verdon

No-Talent Joe - Gwen Verdon Tonight at eight, you shoulda seen A chauffeur pull up in a rented limousine My neighbors burned, they like to die When I tell them who is gettin' in and goin' out is I If they could see me now, that little gang of mine I'm eating fancy chow and drinking fancy wine I'd like those stumble bums to see for a fact The kind of top drawer, first rate chums I attract All I can say is, "Wow-ee", looka where I am Tonight, I landed, pow, right in a pot of jam What a set up, holy cow, they'd never believe it If my friends could see me now, if they could see me now My little dusty group, traipsin' 'round this million dollar chicken coop I'd hear those thrift shop cats say, "Brother, get her Draped on a bed spread made from three kinds of fur" All I can say is, "Wow, wait till the riff an' raff See just exactly how he sign this autograph" What a build up, holy cow, they'd never believe it If my friends could see me now, if they could see me now Alone with Mister V., who's waiting on me like he was a maitre d' I'd hear my buddies saying, "Crazy, what gives? Tonight she's living like the other half lives" To think the highest brow, which I must say is he Should pick the lowest brow, which there's no doubt is me What a step up, holy cow, they'd never believe it, If my friends could see me now What a step up, holy cow, they'd never believe it They'd never believe it, if my friends could see me now Hi girls, it's me, Charity