VERSE 1

The world for some years
Has been sodden with tears
On behalf of the Acting profession.
Each star playing a part
Seems to expect the Purple Heart.
It's unorthodox
To be born in a box,
But it needn't become an obsession.
Let's hope we have no worse to plague us
Than two shows a night at Las Vegas.
When I think of physicians
And mathematicians
Who don't earn a quarter the dough,
When I look at the faces
Of people in Macy's
There's one thing I'm burning to know:

REFRAIN 1

Why must the show go on?
It can't be all that indispensable,
To me it really isn't sensible,
On the whole,
To play a leading role
While fighting those tears you can't control.
Why kick up your legs
When draining the dregs
Of sorrow's bitter cup?
Because you have read
Some idiot has said,
" The curtain must go up! "
I'd like to know why a star takes bows
Having just returned from burying her spouse.
Brave boop-a-doopers,
Go home and dry your tears,
Gallant old troupers,
You've bored us all for years,
And when you're so blue,
Wet through
And thoroughly woebegone,
Why must the show go on?
O Mammy!
Why must the show go on?

VERSE 2

We're asked to condole
With each tremulous soul
Who steps out to be loudly applauded.
Stars on opening nights
Sob when they see their names in lights.
Though people who act,
As a matter of fact,
Are financially amply rewarded,
It seems, while pursuing their calling,
Their suffering's simply appalling!
But butchers and bakers
And candlestick makers
Get little applause for their pains,
And when I think of miners
And waiters in diners
One query for ever remains:

REFRAIN 2

Why must the show go on?
The rule is surely not immutable.
It might be wiser and more suitable
Just to close
If you are in the throes
Of personal grief and private woes.
Why stifle a sob
While doing your job
When if you use your head
You'd go out and grab
A comfortable cab
And go right home to bed?
Because you're not giving us much fun,
This " Laugh Clown, Laugh " routine's been overdone.
Hats off to Show Folks
For smiling when they're blue,
But more comme-il-faut folks
Are sick of smiling through.
And if you're out cold,
Too old,
Why must the show go on?
I sometimes wonder
Why must the show go on?

REFRAIN 3

Why must the show go on?
Why not announce the closing night of it?
The public seem to hate the sight of it,
Dear, and so
Why you should undergo
This terrible strain we'll never know.
We know that you're sad,
We know that you've had
A lot of storm and strife.
But is it quite fair
To ask us to share
Your dreary private life?
We know you're trapped in a gilded cage,
But for Heaven's sake relax and be your age.
Stop being gallant
And don't be such a bore,
Pack up your talent,
There's always plenty more,
And if you lose hope
Take dope
Why must the show go on?
I'm merely asking
Why must the show go on?