It's simple, really....(cue music, with apologies...)
They're a special kind of people known as SHOW PEOPLE
They live in a world of their own
The audience paid plenty to sit there and clap
Hearing them sing, watching them tap
Did you know their dentist longs to be in show business
Their window washer wants to be a star
And though their analyst may
Never couch it that way
They all know how lucky they are!
They're a special kind of people known as SHOW PEOPLE
They live in a world of their own
Their days are tied to curtains
They rise and they fall
They're born every night
At half-hour call!
They can’t picture being anything but show people
Civilians find the whole thing quite bizarre
But that hop in their hearts
When the overture starts
Helps them know how lucky we are!
It’s an honor and a joy to be in show business
They feel that spotlight hit them and they're gone
At the last curtain call
They're the envy of all
So they know THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
"To love another person is to see the face of God!"