Pinwheel of Death

John Kander


SONGS

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1984

Lyrics GEE,
IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS,
GEE,
YOU'VE REALLY LIFTED MY MORALE.
KEPT IT ALL TOGETHER
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS,
WHAT'S YOUR SECRET,
OLD PAL?
I CAN SEE
THAT FORTUNE HAS BEEN KIND TO YOU,
GUESS YOU'VE HAD NO OBSTACLES
TO CLIMB.
GEE,
YOU LOOK TERRIFIC
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS,
COMPLETELY UNCHANGED BY TIME.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1965

Lyrics ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE GOOD BREAK,
THEN MISTER,
WATCH MY SPEED.
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED,
TO MAKE THEM ALL STAND UP
AND CHEER.
I COULD SET THIS TOWN
RIGHT ON ITS EAR.
GIMME, GIMME A CHANCE,
I DON'T WANT ANY HANDOUT
GIMME, GIMME A BOOST,
'CAUSE I GOT IT
ALL PLANNED OUT.
GIMME, GIMME A LIFT,
AND I'LL BET
THEY'LL STAND
OUTSIDE MY DOOR,
ALL BEGGING FOR A CHANCE
TO GET AN EXCLUSIVE.
ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE
TO MAKE A SPLASH
THEY WON'T FORGET
HEY! NEW YORK!
I'M GONNA GET YOU YET!
GIMME,
GIMME A CHANCE,
AND I'M OFF
TO THE BIG TIME
GIMME,
GIMME A BOOST,
AND I'LL MAKE IT
IN JIG TIME.
GIMME,
GIMME A LIFT,
AND I'LL WAGER A FIG
TIME MAGAZINE
WILL ASK FOR ME
TO BE THE FACE
ON THE COVER.
ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE GOOD BREAK,
THEN MISTER,
WATCH MY SPEED
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
GIMME,
GIMME A CHANCE,
AND I KNOW
I CAN DO IT
GIMME,
GIMME A BOOST,
AND I'M GONNA
SEE TO IT.
GIMME,
GIMME A LIFT,
AND I'LL BUY ME
SOME NEW ITALIAN CLOTHES,
AND STRIKE A FANCY POSE
AND ELEVATE MY NOSE
AND MOM AND DAD
WOULDN'T KNOW ME.
ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE GOOD BREAK,
THEN MISTER,
WATCH MY SPEED,
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
Alt. Title (Walking) Among My Yesterdays

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 2004

Lyrics WAS IT REALLY ALL THAT SWEET
IN THAT HOUSE
AND ALONG THAT STREET?
MEM'RY CLOUDS
IN A THOUSAND WAYS,
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.
DID IT REALLY HAPPEN?
WAS IT REAL?
EYES CAN SEE
WHAT THE HEART CAN FEEL.
VISIONS VANISH
BENEATH THE GAZE,
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.

HOLD! HOLD! HOLD!
WAIT FOR ME!
LIGHT THE PICTURE,
LET ME SEE.

SOUVENIRS
OF THE PAST REMAIN.
BITS OF PLEASURE
AND SCRAPS OF PAIN.
LOVE MAY PASS,
BUT THE PERFUME STAYS,
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.

HOLD! HOLD! HOLD!
WAIT FOR ME!
LIGHT THE PICTURE,
LET ME SEE.

NOW AND THEN
THE IMAGE CLEARS
TRUTH IS PLAIN
THEN IT DISAPPEARS:
ONE MORE TRICK
THAT THE CAMERA PLAYS
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.

HOLD! HOLD! HOLD!
YESTERDAYS.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Family

Recorded 1984

Lyrics I HATE UNCLE FAUSTO.
GOD, ME TOO.
I HATE GROWING OLDER.
BOY, AM I WITH YOU.
SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE
A PROFESSOR TO SEE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
I HATE DOING DISHES.
ALL THAT GREASE.
I HATE MRS. CARLUCCI.
MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.
THERE'S MORE
THAN A FEW THINGS
ON WHICH WE AGREE.
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

FOR NINE MONTHS,
I CARRIED YOU
UNDER MY HEART.
FOR NINE MONTHS,
SELDOM
IF EVER APART.

NO WONDER!

I CAN BE ANNOYING,
SCREAM AND FIGHT.
SOMETIME'S
I'M NO LADY.
YEAH,
YOU GOT THAT RIGHT!
SO THE SAYING IS TRUE,
LOOK-A YOU,
LOOK-A ME.
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

ME, I LIKE TO STROKE
SOME BIG GUY'S CHEST.
SPECIALLY ITALIANS.
HONEY, THEY'RE THE BEST!
YOU DON'T NEED A SHEEPSKIN FROM HARVARD
TO SEE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
ME, I LIKE A GUY
WHO'LL SCRATCH MY BACK.
TRY A LITTLE LOWER.
lower voice:
SCRATCH MY BACK!
IT'S SWEET
WHEN A MOTHER A
ND DAUGHTER AGREE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

FOR NINE MONTHS,
AT LEAST I WAS NEVER IGNORED.
FOR NINE MONTHS,
I GAVE YOU FREE ROOM AND BOARD.

YOU'RE TOPS, MA!

I KNOW I SHOULDN'T SAY THIS.
BE MY GUEST.
WE'RE NOT SO VERY DIFFERENT.
NOW I'M REAL DEPRESSED!
WELL, YOU OPEN A TEA BAG,
THERE'S GONNA BE TEA.
YOU OPEN A PEA-POD
AND GUESS WHAT,
A PEA!
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Standard

Recorded 1984

Lyrics THE BEST OF EVERYTHING.
THAT'S WHAT I WISH
YOU ALL.
THE BEST OF EVERYTHING.
A REMBRANDT
ON YOUR WALL.
A YACHT
THAT WINS YOU CUPS.
SKATEBOARDS
WITH STYLE AND SPEED.
SHOW DOGS
OR LOVING PUPS.
THE PRIDE OF THE POUND
OR PEDIGREED.
I HOPE YOU WIN THAT PRIZE,
PASS THAT BLUE RIBBON TEST,
I HOPE YOUR GOOD
KEEPS GETTING BETTER
TILL YOUR BETTER'S
BEST.
WITH EVERY WINE YOU TASTE,
WITH EVERY SONG YOU SING,
BY NOW
YOU'VE MIGHT HAVE GUESSED,
I HOPE YOU GET
THE BEST OF EVERYTHING.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1984

Lyrics I'VE BEEN TO THE MOON
AND BACK,
AND YOU KNOW
WHAT THEY'VE GOT
UP THERE?
BLUE CRYSTAL.
I MET A MAN
ON THE MOON
WHO SITS AROUND
ALL DAY
AND HE SHAPES
BLUE CRYSTAL.

HE'S GOT A FURNACE
AND A BLOWER
AND A MALLET
AND A CHISEL
AND HE SHAPES
BLUE CRYSTAL.

SO I SAID,
"I WANT A PRESENT
FOR A VERY SPECIAL LADY
THAT YOU CAN'T BUY
IN A STORE."
AND HE SOLD ME
EIGHT GOBLETS
AND THERE ARE NOT
ANYMORE
IN THE WHOLE
WIDE WORLD.

YES I'VE BEEN
TO THE MOON
AND I BROUGHT
YOU BACK
BLUE CRYSTAL.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Children-Novelty

Recorded 1971

Lyrics BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM.
DITTY DITTY BOOM,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.

DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.
DITTY DITTY BOOM,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.

DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY BOOM.

BOOM BOOM DITTY BOOM,
BOOM BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DO A DITTY,
DITTY EVER DO A DITTY,
DITTY.

BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY BOOM,
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY DITTY,
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY DITTY BOOM.

BOOM BOOM DITTY
BOOM BOOM,
DITTY BOOM BOOM,
DITTY BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM.
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY EVER DITTY
BOOM DITTY BOOM
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY EVER DITTY
BOOM DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY EVER,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM,
DITTY BOOM.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1971

Lyrics HOW MANY TIMES
HAVE YOU HEARD
SOME PERFORMER SAY,
GEE, BUT IT'S GREAT
TO BE BACK HERE
ON OLD BROADWAY?
THAT'S SUCH A BORE
AND A BORING CLICHE,
WELL, STEEL YOURSELF
YOU'RE JUST ABOUT TO HEAR IT
AGAIN.
HOW MANY TIMES
HAS THE ORCHESTRA STRUCK
BECAUSE MOCKING THE ENTRANCE
OF ONE OF THOSE TIRED BROADS
SAY SHE'S THRILLED
TO BE BACK ON THE BOARDS?
WELL, SETTLE BACK
AND SIT IT OUT,
THOSE LYRICS
SAY BEYOND A DOUBT
THAT YOU POOR KIDS
ARE JUST ABOUT
TO HEAR IT AGAIN.

BROADWAY,
MY STREET.
THAT TOUCH ON WOOD
OR COULD YOU DIE STREET.
BROADWAY,
I KNOW YOUR CHARMS.
SO NATURALLY
YOUR BABY GIRLBOY
CAME BACK TO YOUR ARMS.
THOUGH IT'S COLD OUT
SHOW ME A SIGN
THAT SAYS WE'RE SOLD OUT
AND SEE ME CLICKIN'
MY HEELS
TO SHOW THE GANG
HOW WARMING IT FEELS
BACK HERE ON MY BEAT,
BROADWAY,
MY STREET.
BROADWAY,
MY STREET.
THAT SUICIDE
OR RIDING HIGH STREET.
BROADWAY,
I'M IN A DAZE
THAT'S EVERY NIGHT
AT SEVEN
PLUS THE TWO MATINEES.
MY OH,
ME OH,
TELL ME WE'RE SOCKO
AT THE B.O.
AND SEE ME
MOPPING MY EYES
LIKE I WON
SOME WONDERFUL PRIZE
BACK HERE
ON MY BEAT,
BROADWAY,
MY STREET.

I TELEPHONED MY CRONIES
IN THE LOBBY OF THE LAMBS
THAT I'D BE BACK
ON BROADWAY.
GO POLISH OFF THE TONYS
AND COMPOSE THE TELEGRAMS
BECAUSE I'M BACK
ON BROADWAY.
I TOLD THE GUY
WHO DROVE THE CAB,
I TOLD THE GIRL
WHO SERVED THE STEW,
I TOLD THE MAN
WHO WROTE THE TAB,
I TOLD THE BOY
WHO SHINED MY SHOE,
I'M WORKING UP
A HEAD OF STEAM,
OF COURSE I'M GRINNING
EAR TO EAR,
'CAUSE HEAVEN KNOWS
I HAD A DREAM
AND HEAVEN SENT ME
HERE AGAIN TO:

BROADWAY,
MY STREET,
THAT TOUCH ON WOOD
OR COULD YOU DIE STREET.
SEE ME CLICKING MY HEELS
TO SHOW THE GANG
HOW WARMING IT FEELS
BACK HERE
ON MY BEAT,
BROADWAY,
MY STREET!
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Standard, Pop, Movie Song

Recorded 1966

Lyrics WHAT GOOD IS SITTING
ALONE IN YOUR ROOM?
COME HEAR THE MUSIC PLAY.
LIFE IS A CABARET,
OLD CHUM,
COME TO THE CABARET.
PUT DOWN THE KNITTING,
THE BOOK AND THE BROOM,
TIME FOR A HOLIDAY.
LIFE IS A CABARET,
OLD CHUM,
COME TO THE CABARET.

COME TASTE THE WINE,
COME HEAR THE BAND.
COME BLOW A HORN,
START CELEBRATING:
RIGHT THIS WAY,
YOUR TABLE'S WAITING.

NO USE PERMITTING
SOME PROPHET OF DOOM
TO WIPE EVERY SMILE
AWAY.
LIFE IS A CABARET,
OLD CHUM,
COME TO THE CABARET!

I USED TO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
KNOWN AS ELSIE,
WITH WHOM I SHARED
FOUR SORDID ROOMS
IN CHELSEA.
SHE WASN'T WHAT
YOU'D CALL
A BLUSHING FLOWER.
AS A MATTER OF FACT
SHE RENTED
BY THE HOUR.
THE DAY SHE DIED
THE NEIGHBORS
CAME TO SNICKER:
WELL,
THAT'S WHAT COMES
OF TOO MUCH
PILLS AND LIQUOR.
BUT WHEN I SAW HER
LAID OUT
LIKE A QUEEN,
SHE WAS
THE HAPPIEST CORPSE
I'D EVER SEEN.
I THINK OF ELSIE
TO THIS VERY DAY.
I REMEMBER HOW
SHE'D TURN TO ME
AND SAY:

WHAT GOOD
IS SITTING ALONE
IN YOUR ROOM?
COME HEAR
HE MUSIC PLAY.
LIFE IS A CABARET,
OLD CHUM,
COME TO THE CABARET.
PUT DOWN THE KNITTING,
THE BOOK
AND THE BROOM,
TIME FOR A HOLIDAY.
LIFE IS A CABARET,
OLD CHUM,
COME TO THE CABARET.

AND AS FOR ME,
AS FOR ME,
I MADE MY MIND UP
BACK IN CHELSEA,
WHEN I GO
I'M GOING
LIKE ELSIE.

START BY ADMITTING,
FROM CRADLE TO TOMB
ISN'T THAT LONG A STAY.
LIFE IS A CABARET,
OLD CHUM,
ONLY A CABARET,
OLD CHUM,
AND I LOVE
A CABARET.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1991

Lyrics THE TROUBLE
WITH THE WORLD TODAY
IT SEEMS TO ME
IS COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.
THE TROUBLE
WITH THE AFFLUENT SOCIETY
IS COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.
NO ONE'S EVER CASUAL
AND NONCHALANT,
NO ONE WASTES A MINUTE
IN A RESTAURANT,
NO ONE WANTS A WAITRESS
PASSING PLEASANTRIES,
LIKE HIYA MISS,
HIYA SIR,
MAY I
TAKE YOUR ORDER PLEASE?
THE TROUBLE WITH THE WORLD TODAY,
IT'S PLAIN TO SEE
IS EVERYTHING IS HURRY UP.
IT'S RUSH IT THROUGH.
DON'T BE SLOW.
B.L.T. ON RYE TO GO,
AND COFFEE,
I THINK SHE SAID
COFFEE,
I KNOW SHE SAID
COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.

THE TROUBLE
WITH THE HELTER SKELTER LIFE
WE LEAD
IS COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.
THE TROUBLE,
THE PSYCHOLOGISTS
HAVE ALL AGREED,
IS COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.
TELL ME
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE DREARIER,
THAN SEABOARD
FROM THE BELNORD CAFETERIA.
SEEMS TO ME
A GENTLEMAN WOULD MUCH PREFER
GOOD AFTERNOON!
HOW YOU BEEN?
WOULD YOU LIKE THE SPECIAL, SIR?
THE TROUBLE WITH THE WORLD
IS PLAIN TO SEE
IS EV'RYTHING IS HURRY UP.
THERE'S READY WHIP,
INSTANT TEA,
MINUTE RICE
AND MY OH ME,
THERE'S COFFEE,
I THINK SHE SAID
COFFEE,
I KNOW SHE SAID
COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.

THE TROUBLE WITH THE WORLD TODAY
BEYOND A DOUBT
IS COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.
THE TROUBLE IS THE WAY
WE LIKE TO TAKE THINGS OUT
LIKE COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.
NO ONE KNOWS THE MEANING
OF UTOPIA
IS DINING
AT YOUR CORNER CORNUCOPIA.
SEEMS TO ME
WE WOULDN'T BE
SUCH NERVOUS WRECKS
WITH HELLO THERE.
BE RIGHT BACK.
WOULD YOU CARE
FOR SEPARATE CHECKS?
THE TROUBLE WITH THE WORLD TODAY
IT'S PLAIN TO SEE
IS EVERYTHING IS HURRY UP:
IT'S ALL BECOME LOONEY TUNES
WITH SUGAR PACKS
AND PLASTIC SPOONS
AND COFFEE,
I THINK SHE SAID
COFFEE,
I KNOW SHE SAID
COFFEE,
I'M SURE SHE SAID
COFFEE,
SHE MUST HAVE SAID
COFFEE IN A CARDBOARD CUP.
spoken:
HURRY UP!
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1984

Lyrics I WAS SITTING
ON A SAND DUNE
IN SANTA CRUZ
OR MONTEREY.
WELL, ANYWAY,
I COULD FEEL
THE TRICKLE ON MY CHEEK
OF OCEAN SPRAY,
A PERFECT DAY.
WELL, ANYWAY,
I REMEMBER
THAT I TURNED TO SAM
AND SAID...
OR WAS IT FRED?...
WELL, ANYWAY,
I SHOULD BE UP
AND YET I'M DOWN
INSTEAD.
SOMETHING'S MISSING,
SAM
SOMETHING'S MISSING
FRED.
SOMETHING'S MISSING
HERE.

WHERE ARE MY COLORED LIGHTS?
BEATS AND BLEACHERS
AND COLORED LIGHTS?
PASSING SMILES,
'ROUND AND 'ROUND
THUMPING OOM-PAH-PAH
ORGAN SOUND.
NOISY BOYS,
LONG AND LEAN.
GIGGLES OF GIRLS
IN THE MEZZANINE.
FILTERED THROUGH
COLORED LIGHTS,
GOLD
AND AMBER
AND GREEN.

I WAS SAILING
OUT OF LONG BEACH
ON A CATAMARAN
OR FISHING SCOW.
WELL, ANYHOW,
I WAS LEANING,
CHEWING CASHEWS
OFF THE STARBOARD BOW.
THAT SUNSET:
WOW!
WELL, ANYHOW,

I REMEMBER TELLING JOEY,
GOD, YOU'RE SWEET!
OR WAS IT PETE?...
WELL, ANYHOW,
I WONDER WHY
I FEEL SO INCOMPLETE.
SOMETHING'S MISSING,
JOE
SOMETHING'S MISSING,
PETE.
SOMETHING'S MISSING
HERE...

WHERE ARE MY COLORED LIGHTS?
BEATS AND BLEACHERS
AND COLORED LIGHTS?
PASSING SMILES,
'ROUND AND 'ROUND
THUMPING OOM-PAH PAH
ORGAN SOUND.
NOISY BOYS,
LONG AND LEAN,
GIGGLES OF GIRLS
IN THE MEZZANINE.
FILTERED THROUGH
COLORED LIGHTS,
GOLD
AND AMBER
AND GREEN.

AND I TRIED TO FIND THE ANSWER
IN THE FRIENDS I MADE,
OR BEDS I'D SHARE,
WELL, ANYWHERE.
BUT WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S MUSIC
RINGING IN MY EAR
I COULDN'T SING,
WELL, ANYTHING.
AND I THOUGHT
IF I COULD JUST BE
TWELVE AGAIN,
OR WAS IT TEN?...
WELL, ANYWAY,
IT SEEMS TO ME
I KNEW THE SECRET THEN.
IT'S SO SIMPLE:
TWELVE.
IT'S SO SIMPLE:
TEN.
IT WAS SIMPLE
THERE.

PASSING SMILES,
'ROUND AND 'ROUND
THUMPING OOM-PAH-PAH
ORGAN SOUND.
NOISY BOYS,
LONG AND LEAN.
GIGGLES OF GIRLS
IN THE MEZZANINE
FILTERED THROUGH
COLORED LIGHTS,
RED
AND ORANGE
AND GOLD
AND AMBER
AND PINK
AND YELLOW
AND GREEN.

LEAVING HOME YEARS AGO,
WHAT WAS I LOOKING FOR?
I DON'T KNOW.
I CAN'T RECALL WELL,
ANYWAY.

SOON I'LL HAVE MY DAYS
AND NIGHTS OF
WONDERFUL,
GLIMMERING,
BEAUTIFUL,
SHIMMERING
COLORED LIGHTS!
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 2000

Lyrics DEAR LOVE,
WILL YOU SAY,
BE MY VALENTINE.
DEAR LOVE,
AM I MAYBE
YOUR VALENTINE?
THIS DAY
COULD FOREVER
BE WRITTEN
ON THIS HEART OF MINE,
IF THIS DAY
I AM YOUR VALENTINE.

DEAR LOVE,
TELL ME NOW
I'M YOUR VALENTINE.
DEAR LOVE,
MAKE A VOW
I'M YOUR VALENTINE?
THESE EYES
COULD BE LIT
WITH A NEW
AND TRULY DAZZLING SHINE,
IF YOU SAY
I AM YOUR VALENTINE.

DEAR LOVE,
I HAVE BROUGHT YOU
A VALENTINE.
HERE, LOVE,
I HAVE BROUGHT YOU
A VALENTINE.
BELLS, BOWS
AND AN ANGEL
WHOSE ARROW
LINKS YOUR NAME
TO MINE,
TO TELL YOU
I AM YOUR VALENTINE.
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