Mrs. Brice: Eddie, the
Ziegfeld Follies!
Now she belongs
to the ages!
My work is
done,
My work is
done,
Eddie: Our work
is done,
She doesn't
need us,
She'll have
cake,
We'll have
crumbs.
Be careful
of the stage door,
Here she comes,
here she comes.
Hello, Fanny,
hello.
Mrs. Brice: Hello, Fanny--it's
me--Mama.
What do you
mean--Mama who?
Eddie: It's good
to see her . . . from afar,
Mrs. Brice: I lost a
daughter but I gained a star.
Eddie: That's Broadway!
And
Who taught
her ev'rything she knows?
I taught her
ev'rything she knows--
She sings like
a bird--
(Whistles)
Yes, indeed!
But who used
to stand there
And feed her
the seed?
Who taught
her how to pick her clothes?
Mrs. Brice: Eddie, that
I did.
Eddie: Yeah, but
who taught her her how to tap her toes?
But will she
admit it?
Kid, you said
it.
They all forget
they know ya
When it comes
to credit.
Tell me have
you ever seen her take this pose?
I taught her
ev'rything--
How to hoof,
And how to
sing,
I taught her
ev'rything she knows.
Mrs. Brice: Wait, Eddie--she'll
blame us yet.
Who taught
her ev'rything she knows?
Eddie: Let me hear
it, Rosie.
Mrs. Brice: I taught
her ev'rything she knows.
Eddie: Ain't it
the truth!
Mrs. Brice: That mischievous
smile,
The devil may
care,
You don't pull
Such mannerisms
Out of the
air.
The men who
are older might prefer
The original
manufactur-er.
Both: It hurts
me to say it,
But why not
be fair--
When you see
her on the stage
You're seein'
me there.
Mrs. Brice: She still
has trouble executin' one of those,
Eddie: If they
could have paid the price,
They'd have
hired Rosie Brice,
Mrs. Brice: Who stands
after every show
Sellin' matches
in the snow.
Eddie: But in the
world of grease paint,
That's the
way it goes.
Both: We taught
her everything--
How to hoof
and how to sing,
We taught her
how to wack
A joke from
here to Hackensack--ya, ha, ha, ha!
We taught her
everything,
We taught her
ev'rything she knows.