Well, you see, I'll pretend. I'm at home getting ready for a date. I take a comb, comb my hair Take a flower, smell it, put it in my lapel Then I spot the audience!
Once my clothes were shabby Tailors called me, "Cabbie" So I took a vow Said this bum'll Be Beau Brummel Now I'm smooth and snappy Now my tailor's happy I'm the cats meow My wardrobe is a wow! Paris silk! Harris tweed! There's only one thing I need...
Got my tweed pressed Got my best vest All I need now is the girl Got my striped tie Got my hopes high Got the time and the place And I got rhythm Now all I need is the girl to go with'em If she'll just appear we'll Take this big town for a whirl And if she'll say, "My darling I'm yours" I'll throw away My striped tie And my best pressed tweed All I really need Is the girl.
I start off easy. Now I'm more debonair... Ssssssssssssssh! Aaaaah! Break ... Now! Yeah! And I sell it here... I start this step, see? And then I build it... Double it!
She appears... all in white. I take her hand, Kiss it and lead her on the floor... This step's good for the costume...Astaire's bit! Dah dah dah dah...Dah dah dah dah yah dah... Now we waltz... strings come in... And I lift her...Again... Once more! And now the tempo changes and all the lights come up And I build for the finale
Louise, that's it! Come on over here... Follow me... Faster! Charleston... Again... Do it again! Ha ha ha!
THE REAL MEANING OF REAL LIFE
Opened at The Broadway Theatre on 21 May 1959
Music: Jule Styne and Stephen Sondheim Direction and Choreography: Jerome Robbins