Life upon the wicked stage ain't ever what a girl supposes

Stage door Johny's outraging over you with gems and roses

When you let a-fella hold your hand which means an extra beer or sandwich

Everybody whispers, ?Ain't her life a world?



Though you're warned against the rule, way ruining your reputation

When you played around the one night trade around the great big nation

Wild old man who give you jewels and sables only live in Aesop's fables

Life upon the wicked stage is nothin' for a girl



I admit it's fun to smear my face with paint

Causing everyone to think I'm what I ain't

And I'd like to play a Demi Monday roll with soul



Ask the hero, does he liked the way I lure

When I play a Hasie or a Parramore

Yet when once the gut feels down my life is pure and how I dread it



Life upon the wicked stage ain't ever what a girl supposes

Stage door Johny's outraging over you with gems and roses

If some gentleman we talk with reason, I would cancel all next season

Life upon the wicked stage ain't nothin' for a girl

Writer : JEROME KERN, OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN,II
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group