The Supremes Album

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

Funny, did you hear that? Funny!
Yeah, the guy said
"Honey, you're a funny girl"

That's me
I just keep them in stitches
Doubled in half
Though I may be all wrong for the guy
I'm good for a laugh

I guess it's not funny
'Cause life is far from sunny
When the laugh is over
And the joke's on you

A girl ought to have a sense of humor
That's one thing she really needs for sure
When you're a funny girl
The fellow said "A funny girl"

Funny, how it ain't so funny
Funny girl

Funny
Did you hear that?
The guy said I was funny
We'll wait 'till the laugh's over
And the joke's on you

That's me
I just keep them in stitches
Doubled in half
And though I may be all wrong for the guy
I'm good for a laugh

I may be all wrong for the guy
I'm good for a laugh

I guess it's not funny
'Cause life is far from sunny
When the laugh is over
And the joke's on you

A girl ought to have a sense of humor
That's one thing she really need for sure
When you're a funny girl
The fellow said "A funny girl"

Funny, how it ain't so funny
Funny girl

IF A GIRL ISN扵 PRETTY

Jule Styne-Bob Merrill

If a girl isn't pretty, really pretty
Like a Miss Atlantic City.

If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City
All she gets in life is pity and a pat
Any nose with deviation
Is a crime against the nation
Throw her into jail or maybe drown the cat.

She must shine in every detail
Like a ring you buy in retail
With a mounting that can knock the public flat
If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City
There's just nothing more to say: that's that
(That's that).

If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City
She should dump the stage and try another route
Any guy that spends a quarter
For a seat just feels he ought-a
See a figure that his wife can't substitute.

Men with faces that can cause ya
To have a temporary nausea
Will demand a raving beauty and nothing less
When a girl's incidentals
Are no bigger than two lentils
Well, to me that doesn't spell success.

(No, no, no, no, no, no
If a girl isn't pretty, if a girl isn't pretty).

If a girl ain't perfection
She can take a pop election
Every girl must be a dazzler and a beaut'
Never mind the girl's equipment
If it ain't the right assortment
Even though she loves her mother
And she's nice to her brother
If her hair ain't too bright curly
Better go to China, girlie
Or to hell on a fast express.

If a girl isn't pretty like a Miss Atlantic City
That oblivion is hard, a drag.

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

I am woman, you are man
I am smaller so you can be taller than
I am softer to the touch
It's a feeling I like feeling very much

You are someone whom I admire
Still our friendship leaves something to be desired

Does it take more explanation than this?
I am woman you are man
I am woman you are man
Let's kiss

I am woman, you are man
I am gentle so you can be barbarian
I'm all pleats and pins and rouge
Mostly sham but ma'am
I love the subterfuge

Im am fiction I hope you are fact
Contradiction's what makes it a perfect act

Does it take more explanation than this?
I am woman you are man
I am woman you are man
Let's kiss

To me, to me love is no go
Till fiddle and oboe start weeping, and wailing
That's my failing
He may be all wrong for me
But his is the only song for me

I know he's around when the sky and the ground start in ringing
I know he is near
By the thunder I hear in advance

His words, his words alone
Are the words that can start my heart singing
'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance

He'll sleep and he'll rise
In the light of two eyes that adore him
And bore him it might
But he won't leave my sight for a glance

In every way, every day
I need less of myself and more him, more him
'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance
In every way, every day

I need less of myself and more him, more him
'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance
His is the only music that makes me dance

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to fly-- I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade!

I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection,
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of his eye,
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, love is juicy, juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target--and wham--
One shot, one gun shot, and bam--
Hey, Mister, here I am!

I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.

Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world

We're children needing other children
And yet, letting our grown up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children

People
God's children
Were born to be free
To love
All people have a dream
For peace, for security
Let the world fall in love again
Please, please, let our lies not be in vain

Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul says
You were half, now you're whole

No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

Wah-wah-wah?
Is that all you can say?

The lady ain't been born
Can take the place of a horn
With the cornet man
A goin' where there's blowin'
Trav'lin' cornet man.

Just anytime they call him
He leaves his wife and kiddies
Sittin' with their tongues out
To play for peanuts in some dive
And blow his lungs out.

He'll hop a choo-choo
On a moment's notice
To play some dates
With Billy Bates or Ragtime Otis.

The lady ain't see the light
Can give a home a fair fight
With a cornet man
A rootin', shootin'
Ever-tootin' Dapper Dan
Who carries in his satchel
A powder-blue Norfolk suit
A silver plated wah-wah mute.

There is drinkin' and gamblin', each one a curse
But I'm up against a devil that's worse
Yeah, a horn's my thorn
He's a trav'lin' cornet man.

(He's gotta go out on the road
He's got some dates with Billy Bates
He gave his notice to Ragtime Otis
He's gotta go, back on the road.)

The lady ain't see the light
Can give a horn a fair fight
With that cornet man
A rootin', shootin'
Ever-tootin' Dapper Dan
Who carries in his satchel
A powder-blue Norfolk suit
Silver plated wah-wah mute.

There is drinkin', gamblin', each one a curse
But I'm up against a devil that's worse
Yeah, a horn's my thorn
He's a trav'lin' cornet man.
Say it again!

A powder-blue Norfolk suit
Silver plated wah-wah mute
Shy on height, he's short on weight
But he's the only guy
Can make my coffee percolate
Dapper Dan, my cornet player man.

Jule Styne-Bob Merrill

I am the beautiful reflection of my love's affection
A walking illustration of his adoration
His love makes you beautiful,
So beautiful, so beautiful
I ask my looking glass
What is it makes me so exquisite?
The answer to my query comes back:
"Dearie, his love makes you beautiful,
So beautiful, so beautiful
And woman loved is woman glorified!"
I'll make a beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful bride!

Oh, his love makes me beautiful,
So beautiful, so beautiful
I ask my looking glass
What is it makes me so exquisite?
The answer to my query comes back:
"Dearie, his love makes you beautiful
So beautiful (beautiful)
So beautiful (beautiful)
And woman loved is woman glorified!"
I'll make a beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful bride!

Oh, woman loved is glorified
I'm gonna make a beautiful bride.

(Spoken)
-Gee, ain't she got some beautiful, beautiful skinny legs? Got a beautiful face
and hair-Hair?
-I mean my wig, it抯 pretty.
-Oh, oh-And know why? Cause it makes me feel beautiful. "Mirror, mirror on the
wall, who抯 the fairest of them all?" Me.
-What?
-I know it. Cause I'm beautiful.
-Well, maybe she is beautiful, cause she thinks she is.
-Really, beautiful.

I'll make a beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful bride.

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

Sadie, Sadie married lady
See what's on my hand
There's nothing quite as touching
As a simple wedding band

Oh how that marriage license works
On chamber maids and hotel clerks
The honeymoon was such delight
That we got married that same night

I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady
Still in bed at noon
Cracking my brain deciding
Between orange juice and prune

He says nothing is too good for me
And who am I not to agree
I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady
That's me

Sadie, Sadie married lady
Meet a mortgagee,
The owner of a ice-box
With a ten year guarantee
Oh, sit me in the softest seat

Quick a cushion for my feet
Do for me buy for me
Lift me carry me
Finally got a guy to marry me

Do my nails, read up on the sales
All day the records play
Then he comes home I tell him
Oh, what a day I had today

I swear I'll do my wifely job
Just sit at home become a slob
I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady
I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady
I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady that's me

That's who?
That's you!
That's me
I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady that's me

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)

Hey, can we have your autograph?
My autograph?
I'm nobody
But wait a minute

I've got 36 expressions
Sweet as pie to tough as leather
And that's six expressions more
Than all the Barrymores put together
Only six?

Instead of kicking me
I don't think they give me a lift
I think it's a plot
'Cause they're scared that I got
Such a gift, I'm miffed

'Cause I'm the greatest star
I am by far, but nobody knows it
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute
They'll cheer each toot
When I expose it

Can't you see the look at me
That I'm a natural Camille?
As Camille I just feel
I have so much to offer
I know I'll be divine because
I'm a natural cougher

Some ain't got it, not a lump
She a great big clump of talent
Laugh, they'll bend in half

Did I tell the story about the traveling salesman?
A thousand laughs
Stick around for 'em folks
A thousand faces, I reiterate
When you're gifted
Then you're gifted

These are facts, I have no axe to grind
Hey, what are they blind
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star

Who is the pip with pizazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?

Who's an American beauty rose
With that American beauty nose
And ten American beauty toes

Eyes on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey, world, here I am!

I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But nobody knows it
That's why I was born
I'll blow my horn
'Till somebody hears it

I'll light up like a light
Right up like a light
I'll flicker and flare up
All the world's gonna stare up
Looking down
You'll never see me
Try the sky
'Cause that'll be me

I can make 'em cry
I can make 'em sigh
Someday they'll clamor
For my dram-er

Have you guessed yet
Who's the best yet
If you ain't I'll tell you one more time
You bet yer last dime
In all the world so far
She's the greatest, greatest

Funny, life is far from sunny
When the laugh is over
And the jokes on you
Well, a girl's gotta have a sense of humor
That's one things you really needs for sure
When you're a funny girl
The fellow said "A funny girl"
Funny, how it ain't so funny girl

They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul says
You were half, now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world