Quiet, please - there's a lady on stage;
She may not be the latest rage,
But she's singing, and she means it,
And she deserves a little silence.
Quiet, please - there's a woman up there,
And she's been honest through her songs
Long before your consciousness was raised.
Doesn't that deserve a little praise?
So, put your hands together and help her along;
All that's left of the singer's
All that's left of the song.
Stand for the ovation,
And give her one last celebration...
Quiet, please - there's a person up there,
And she's been singing of the things
That none of us could bear to hear for ourselves;
Give her your respect if nothing else.
Quiet, please - there's a lady on stage;
Conductor, turn the final page,
And when it's over we can all go home -
But she lives on - on the stage, alone.
I Don't Care, my personal favorite.
In celebration, a few other gems:
We're a Couple of Swells.
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
and,
The Man That Got Away
So, Judy darling, here's to you, on what would've been your 85th birthday.
Sunny Side Up!,
Krista
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