It’s a new world. A new world.
Golde!
JUDY, Do we love you?
- Do we WHAT!
Do we love you?
- Do we love you?
As a sidekick to a chess champ
Or gay undertaker’s wife
As the one who sang soprano
At the start of “In My Life!”
And as you once put the question,
“Will He Like Me?”
- HOW COULD HE NOT?!
But do we love you?
- Do we love you?
For thirty one years, the standards you’ve set
As Betty, Florence, Bella, Cosette
Fosca, Amalia, Little Jo....
After thirty-one years, we thought that you should know.... Judy!
The first time we saw you, you went on as Edwin Drood
We had come to see Betty Buckley
She was out sick! We felt screwed!
But a buddy of a buddy
Said we’d love the understudy
Did we love that understudy?
- SHE’S A STAR!
We know…
- But do we love her?
DO WE LOVE HER!
As a robot or an ingénue
In roles we envy, roles we rue
For thirty-one years, you always shine
In Bock or Sondheim, Webber or Styne!
Then…. we love you?
- We suppose we do!
And disposed to think… you love us too!
It doesn’t change a thing
But even so….
After thirty-one years
Thirty-one years!
It’s nice to know!
Updated On: 9/19/16 at 05:45 PM
