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HEY BIG SPENDER
Horer: The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction,
a real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see

Hey big spender!
Spend a little time with me

Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun?
How's about a few laughs, laughs?
I could show you a good time
Let me show you a good time

The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction,
a real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see

Hey big spender!
Hey big spender!
Hey big spender!

Spend a little time with me
Yes


YOU GOTTA GET A GIMMICK
Sanghora: You can pull all the stops out,
Dansehora: Till they call the cops out
Skuespillerhora: Grind your behind till you're banned
Horer: But you gotta get a gimmick if you wanna get a hand
Sanghora: You can sacrifice your sacro,
Dansehora: Workin' in the backrow
Skuespiller: Bump in a dump till you're dead
Horer: Kid you gotta get a gimmick if you wanna get ahead

Sanghora: You can (_!), you can (_!), you can (_!)(_!)(_!),
That's how burlesque was born
So I (_!), and I (_!), and I (_!)(_!)(_!), but I do it with a horn - - -

Once I was a schlepper, now I'm Miss Mazeppa,
with my revolution in dance
You gotta have a gimmick, if you wanna have a chance

Skuespillerhora: She can (_!), she can (_!), she can (_!)(_!)(_!)
They'll never make her rich
Me I (_!) and I (_!) and I (_!)(_!)(_!),
but I do it with a switch - - -

I'm electrifying and I'm not even trying,
I never have to sweat to get paid
Cause if you got a gimmick, Gypsy girl you got it made

Dansehora: All them (_!), and them (_!), and them (_!)(_!)(_!)
Ain't gonna spell success
Me I (_!), and I (_!), and I (_!)(_!)(_!),
but I do it with finesse - - -

Dressy Tessi Tura is so much more demurer,
Then all them other ladies because
You gotta get a gimmick if you wanna get applause

Horer: Do something special, anything that's fresh'll
Earn you a big fat cigar
You're more than just a mimic when you got a gimmick
Take a look how different we are

Skuespillerhora: If you wanna make it, twinkle while you shake it
Dansehora: If you wanna grind it, wait till you've refined it
Sanghora: If you wanna bump it, bump it with a trumpet

Horer: Get yourself a gimmick and you, too,
Can be a star!


THE HEAT IS ON IN SAIGON
Horekunder: The heat is on in Saigon
The girls are hotter 'n' hell
One of these slits here
Will be Miss Saigon
God, the tension is high
Not to mention the smell

Horekunde 1: How are you doing there John?
Horekunde 3: I got the hots for Yvonne
We should get drunk and get laid
Since the end is so near
Horekunde 1: I tell you buddy, I've had it-
I don't wanna hear
Horekunde 3: The heat is on in Saigon
But till they tell me I'm gone
I'm gonna buy you a girl
Horekunde 1: You can buy me a beer

Dansehora: See my bikin, it's just the right size
Skuespillerhora: Don't you enjoy how it rides up my thighs?
Look from behind it'll knock out your eyes
Sanghora: I'll show you
My special trohpy of war
Dansehora: For a Marine, I'll show more

Horekunder: You won't get up off the floor
The heat is on in Saigon
Don't tell me I'm reassigned
All that chickenshit sucks
Tonight I'm out of my mind
Not to mention ten bucks

Skuespillerhora: If I'm your pin-up, I'll melt all your brass
Stuck on your wall, with a pin in my ass
Dansehora: If you get me, you will travel first class
I'll show you, we will make magic, cheri

Horekunde 1: The meat is cheap in Saigon
Why can't I just play the game?
We lost the war long ago
What is this bug up my ass?
You tell me, I don't know

Den Nye Hora: I'm seventeen and I'm new here today
The village I come from seems so far away
All of the girls know much more what to say
But I know, I have a heart like the sea
A millon dreams are in me
Horekunde 1: Good Jesus John, who is she?

Horekunder: The Cong is tight'ning the noose
Is it a week or a day or an hour that we got?
Tonight could be our last shot
Gotta put it to use

All: The heat is on in Saigon
The girls are hotter 'n' hell
One of these slits here
Will be Miss Saigon
God, the tension is high
Not to mention the smell


LOVELY LADIES
Horekunde 1: I smell women
Smell 'em in the air
Think I'll drop my anchor
In that harbor over there
Horekunde 2: Lovely ladies
Smell 'em through the smoke
Seven days at sea
Can make you hungry for a poke
Horekunde 3: Even stokers need a little stoke!

Horer: Lovely ladies
Waiting for a bite
Waiting for the customers
Who only come at night
Lovely ladies
Ready for the call
Standing up or lying down
Or any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall
Den Nye Hora: Lovely ladies
Waiting in the dark
Ready for a thick one
Or a quick one in the park

Sanghora: Long time short time
Any time, my dear
Cost a little extra if you want to take all year!
Dansehora: Quick and cheap is underneath the pier!

Den Nye Hora: God, I'm weary!
Sick enough to drop.
Belly burns like fire -
will the bleeding ever stop?
Skuespillerhora: Cheer up, dearie.
Show a happy face.
Plenty more like you here if you can't keep up the
pace!
Den Nye Hora: Only joking - dearie knows her place...

Horekunde 1: Lovely lady!
Fastest on the street
Wasn't there three minutes
She was back up on her feet
Horekunden 2: Lovely lady!
What yer waiting for?
Doesn't take a lot of savy
Just to be a whore
Horekunde 3: Come on, lady
What's a lady for?

Horer: Old men, young men, take 'em as they come
Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scum
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land
See them with their trousers off they're never quite as grand
All it takes is money in your hand!

Lovely ladies
Going for a song
Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long

Den Nye Hora: Come on, Captain,
you can wear your shoes
Don't it make a change
To have a girl who can't refuse
Easy money
Lying on a bed
Just as well they never see
The hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love
To one already dead!


LADY MARMELADE
Horer: He met Marmelade down in old New Orleans,
Struttin' her stuff on the street.
She said, 'ey 'ello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go? Mm, mm?

Chorus:
Get chor get chor ya ya, da da.
Get chor get chor ya ya here.
Mocha chocalata ya ya, Creole Lady Marmelade.
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir.
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi.

Sat in her boudoir while she freshened up,
That boy drank all that magnolia wine.
On the black satin sheets where he started to freak.

Chorus

Feel her skin, feelin' silky smooth, color of cafe au lait.
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried:
More, more, more
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5,
Livin' his grey flannel life,
But when he turns off to sleep, old memories keep,
More, more, more

Chorus


ROXANNE
Horekunde 1: Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over, you don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money, you don't care, if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne, you don't have to put on your red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on your red light

Roxanne (put on your red light)
Roxanne (put on your red light)
Roxanne (put on your red light)
Roxanne (put on your red light)
Roxanne (put on your red light)
Oh

I loved you since I knew you, I wouldn't talk down to ya
I have to tell you just how I feel, I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up, so put away your make up
Told you once, I won't tell you again, it's a crime the way...

Roxanne, you don't have to put on your red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on your red light

Roxanne (put on your red light)
Roxanne (put on your red light)
Roxanne (put on your red light)
Roxanne (put on your red light)


I DREAMED A DREAM
Den Nye Hora: There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.