Funny Face

(man) I love your funny face

Your sunny, funny face

For you're a cutie

With more than beauty

You've got a lot of

Personality-N- You fill the air with smiles

For miles and miles and miles

Though you're no Mona Lisa

For worlds I'd not replace

Your sunny, funny face

(women)

You've made my life so glamorous

You can't blame me

for feeling amorous

Oh, 's wonderful

'S marvellous

(military drum beat)

Good morning, Miss Prescott.

Good morning, Miss Prescott.

(Miss Prescott) Now hear this.

I simply cannot release this issue

the way it is.

In the 60 years of Quality

magazine, this hits rock bottom.

If I let this go through, I will have

failed the American woman.

(all) No, Miss Prescott,

don't say that.

The great American woman,

who stands out there naked,

waiting for me

to tell her what to wear.

It doesn't speak.

And if it won't speak to me,

it won't speak to anyone.

A magazine

must be like a human being.

If it comes into the home

it must contribute.

It just can't lie around.

A magazine must have...

..blood and brains and pizzazz.

This is just paper.

If I send paper to the American

woman, I will have let her down.

(all) No, Miss Prescott,

you mustn't say that.

Yes. D for down.

D for dreary.

D for dull and for depressing,

dismal and deadly!

Ahh! Here it is.

Here is our theme.

Here is our answer. Pink.

(excited chatter)

Girls, girls, girls, girls.

Take this to all the designers.

I want dresses made up in this pink.

Babs, take this to Kaiser Delmont.

I want shoes and stockings

in this colour.

Laura, everything goes pink!

I want the whole issue pink.

I want the whole country pink!

Lettie, take an editorial.

''To the women of America...''

No, make it

''To the women everywhere.''

Banish the black,

burn the blue,

and bury the beige.

From now on, girls...

Think pink! Think pink

when you shop for summer clothes

Think pink! Think pink

if you want that quelque chose

Red is dead, blue is through

Green's obscene, brown's taboo

And there is not the slightest

excuse for plum, or puce

Or chartreuse

Think pink!

Forget that Dior says black and rust

Think pink! Who cares

if the new look has no bust?

I wouldn't presume to tell a woman

What a woman ought to think

But tell her if she's gotta think,

think pink

(women) For bags, pink for shoes

Razzle, dazzle and spread the news

And pink's for the lady

with joie de vivre

Pink's for all the family

Try pink shampoo

Pink toothpaste too

Play in pink, all day in pink

Play day in pink

Drive in pink

Come alive in pink

Hang five in pink

Go out dancing

but just remember one thing

You can get a little wink

If you got a little pink

In your swing

Think pink! Think pink,

it's the latest word, you know

Think pink! Think pink,

and you're Michelangelo

Feels so gay, feels so bright

Makes your day, makes your night

Pink is now the colour to which

you gotta switch

To which you gotta switch

Every stitch

Every stitch you switch

Think pink! Think pink

on the long, long road ahead

On the road

Think pink! Think pink,

and the world is rosy red

Everything's rosy

Everything on the great horizon

Everything that you can think

And that includes the kitchen sink

Think pink

Think pink, think pink

Think pink, think pink

Think pink, think pink,

think pink!

Maggie?

Dovitch. I want to see you.

Girls, back to work.

Gentlemen, that will do.

The railroad

is going to paint a whole train pink

and send it on a tour.

TWA will let me know

if we can have a pink plane.

I haven't seen a woman in two weeks

in anything but pink.

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