She's no longer a gypsy
She'll be leaving us soon
She did the understudy-to-the-rescue bit
Now she's halfway to the moon
She's no longer a gypsy
No more equity calls
She's gonna get them crazy invitations now
To Truman Capote's balls
Have a beer
Your last one, dear
From this night on
It's all champagne
The star was late
And I was great
You got up early
And pulled a Shirley MacLaine
I'm no longer a gypsy
Put me on the marquee
It's out of the chorus into heaven time
It should happen, it should only happen
God, let it happen to me!
She's no longer a gypsy
She'll be leaving the street
Hey, she's a regular Mitzy Gaynor now
Don't you love them dancing feet?
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Fame, success
Autographs
Me, please, God
Who?
Broadway, Hollywood!
Money money
Thank you thank you
Me!
What is it that we're living for?
Applause, applause
Nothin' I know
Brings on the glow
Like sweet applause
She's no longer a gypsy
It's goodbye to the bunch
If you ever get to Beverly Hills
Don't drop in for lunch
Treat her nice (la la la)
That's our advice (la la la)
Just take good care of this dear girl
I'm telling you
She will come through (la la la la la la)
But, if she doesn't
Oh, why not give me a whirl?
She's no longer a gypsy
Put her on the marquee
Get to meet George Jessel at a friar's roast
You'll be a big fat star and have the world on toast!
But don't forget your friends who love you most
It should happen to me
It should happen to me
It should happen to me
It should happen, it should happen
It should happen, it should happen
It should, it should, it it should
It should happen to me!