Stephen Sondheim Don't Look At Me (follies, 1971)
Now, folks, we bring you
Direct from Pheonix
Live and in person
Sally Durant
Here she is at last
Twinkle in her eye
Rip in her dress
Strictly a mess
Nevertheless
Hi, Ben
No, don't look at me
Please, not just yet
Why am I here?
This is crazy
No, don't look at me
It's just a flabby, tight-girdle, gabby dame
Say something, Ben, anything
So, just look at you
Still all coquette
Still just as fresh as a daisy
Look at these people
Aren't they eerie?
Look at this party
Isn't it dreary?
I'm so glad I came
Look who's forgotten
Well, did you ever
Is this the famous
Benson F. Stone
Lawyer of the year
Fancy clientele
Brilliant success
Charm and finesse
Ritzy address
(spoken)
Hell, I could die
(sung)
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So, just look at us
Fat, turning gray
Watching the past
Getting hazy
Isn't it awful?
God, how depressing
Me, I'm a hundred
You, you're a blessing
I'm so glad I came
What would you like?
What's your mood?
Sit and chat or go join all that
Or just get stewed?
What are we to do?
What one does
Sit and reminisce
About how we miss
What never was
What would you like?
You wanna go and hear the throng
Sing every ancient song
With all the lyrics wrong?
What would you like?
I mean apart from getting tight?
I've an idea this may be a long, long night
Wanna play cards?
No, thanks
Wanna sit down?
No, thanks
Wanna go next?
No, thanks
Thanks, but no thanks
Twenty five years
Twenty six
You know me, Ben
Let's go mix
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La da da da
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Aren't they darling?
Isn't it ducky?
Aren't you perfect?
Aren't I lucky?
I'm so glad I came