Sketch for Gary / Billy Goes to Town

There's no business like show business Like no business I know Everything about it is appealing Everything that 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 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 sack of gold Let's go on with the show The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Are secretly unhappy men becau-ause The butcher, the baker, the grocer and the clerk Get paid for what they do but no applause They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye For anything theatrical and why, why-y? There's no business like show business Like no business I know You get word before the show has started That your father died inside of dawn Top of that, your pa and ma have parted You're broken-hearted, but you go on There's no people like show people They smile when they are low 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