If you don’t want to get nervousDo yourself a great big serviceStay away please far from seventh avenueYou can lose your sense and reasonGuessing what style for next seasonYes, the dress business will make a wreck of youIt’s a battle of fierce and grimThat depends on the ladies’ whimWhat’ll miss and misses america’s answer beWill she say with a tossing headAnd that rare guy wouldn’t drop deadOr she’ll say : yes, this dress is really meOn guessing what, a day will sayA sheer impossibilityThis poor kid’s brave, he worked awayAnd try to build that industryHow crazy, bold and recklessCan human beings be...Hip, hip, hooray! for the garment tradeHear the cheer to push the music hits us everyoneDay after day...they go on this wayTo the cockeyed way the job that must be doneOff to the fray on the brave crusadeGallant ladies’ garment tradeThough in health got speedIn a gesture breed, made all answers on paradeWhat a business what a sack gameYet it’s about as much your business is a crap gameSnapper, zipper, bowler, buttonAll we know is what the experts know from nothin’So the last line you got pie withComing right up is another you could die withIf you’re right the dough could flow inIf you’re not you haven’t got a pot to sew withOff to the fray on the brave crusadeGallant ladies’ garment tradeThough in health got speedIn a gesture breed, made all answers on paradeOff to the fray on the brave crusadeGallant ladies’ garment tradeThough in health got speedIn a gesture breed, made all answers on parade...
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Ballad Of The Garment Trade Lyrics

Barbra Streisand – Ballad Of The Garment Trade Lyrics