There's no business like show business like no business I know Everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow Nowhere could you get that happy feeling when you are stealing that extra bow
There's no people like show people, they smile when they are low Even with a turkey that you know will fold, you may be stranded out in the cold Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold, let's go on with the show
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Are secretly unhappy men because The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Get paid for what they do but no applause. They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye for anything theatrical and why?
There's no business like show business and I tell you it's so Traveling through the country is so thrilling, standing out in front on opening nights Smiling as you watch the theater filling, and there's your billing out there in lights
There's no people like show people, they smile when they are low Angels come from everywhere with lots of jack, and when you lose it, there's no attack Where could you get money that you don't give back? let's go on with the show
(There's no business like show business like no business I know) You get word before the show has started that your favorite uncle died at dawn Top of that, your pa and ma have parted, you're broken-hearted, but you go on
(There's no people like show people, they smile when they are low) Yesterday they told you you would not go far, that night you open and there you are Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star, let's go on with the show!!
LA DERNIÈRE LETTRE DE MARILYN POUR SON EX-MARI JOE DIMAGGIO (1962)
Cette lettre a été retrouvée chez Marilyn, à Brentwood, le lendemain de sa mort. Elle est adressée à Joe DiMAGGIO, son ex-mari qui est toujours resté trés proche de Marilyn. Des rumeurs disent qu'un remariage entre eux était prévu. Il n'a jamais eu lieu, Marilyn etant décédée avant.
Si jamais je parviens à te rendre heureux, alors j'aurais réussi à accomplir la chose la plus difficile à faire en ce monde, c'est-à-dire rendre quelqu'un totalement heureux. Ton bonheur fait mon bonheur."