Cover Girl Page #3

diamonds in their feet.

They threw me out, Danny.

They didn't want me up there.

They didn't like my face.

You've got a beautiful face. Is it your

worry they don't know their business?

Well, I get so tired, Danny.

This way, it takes so long

before you get anywhere.

If you can get there quicker,

why shouldn't you?

When you get there quick,

you're out quick.

Easy get, easy lose.

I've never seen it fail.

You gotta work for what you get.

You're gonna be a star, but you gotta

get there on your feet, not your face.

Old shortcut Susie.

Old hard way McGuire.

We're a fine pair.

We're a wonderful pair.

Aren't we though?

Dally, dally, dally. Nothing around here

all day but dilly-dally.

I better get dressed.

I said it 100 times.

You don't get there on the steps.

You get there on your...

But it depends on what you're after.

Day and night, night and day,

all I do is work and slave...

...to keep this place

with its head underwater.

My number comes up,

it goes to pieces.

People sitting on the steps, chef quitting,

noisy kitchen, girls always gabbing.

- I'm not complaining.

- You're on.

Coming!

My butcher shop

My grocery

Can k eep on saying no, sirree

But lack of this

Or that

Doesn't knock me flat

Foreign times lik e these

Life's no life of these

Although I'm no saint

I have no complaint

We must do that task

And it's little enough

They ask:

"Who's Complaining?"

I'm not complaining

You'll see

We'll see this thing through

Because of Axis' trick ery

My coffee now is chicory

And I can rarely purloin

A sirloin

No complaining

Through the campaigning

Who cares if carrots are few

I'll feed myself on artichok es

Until that Nazi Party chok es

So long as they don't ration

My passion

For you

You know if things go on

At the rate they're going

And goods flow out

At the rate they're flowing

The time isn't very far away

When this will be my typical day

At breakfast time just after I get up

If there's little on the breakfast setup

For the little I'm served

I'm well repaid

By the little that's on the serving maid

The trip downtown

Which once was boring

Now's a journey I k eep adoring

A man is a dope who yells and storms

At the lack of the drivers' uniforms

And at the office during the duration

What a pleasure giving dictation

It ain't so bad in the land of the free

Being a dictator lik e me

And when my lady and I go dining

Though the menu's cloudy

There's a silver lining

That's the one.

A fellow just looks around the floor

Who could ask for anything more?

Who could ask for anything more?

Who's complaining?

I'm not complaining

The sacrifices are few

- My shoes may not be leathery

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