Choosing a song that you like isn't easy
In truth it's a terrible bore
Whatever you find and are eager to sing
Has been sung by somebody before
Not Bassey, Minnelli or Shirley MacLaine
The truth you see is worse
I find a new song
And then find out
That Streisand got there first!
She seems to have found
Every good song around
How lucky can you get?
That face on the screen
Beautiful, evergreen
No wonder I'm upset!
She's been guilty too long
Please find me a song
The Queen Bee hasn't made
Her second hand rose
Came in by a nose
Hey, Babs don't rain on my parade!
Somewhere there is a song
So I'll search all night long
I don't break easily
Do not send in the clowns
Not while I am around
Are there no more songs for me?
I'd cry me a river
But I've no more tears
I'm cursed
'Cos Streisand got there first!
Everything is a whirl
This is not funny girl
You're the top, and I'm forlorn
My friends think I'm mental
I loved Joe in Yentl
And the star is born
For Pete's sake!, what's up doc?
Are these nuts gonna burst?
'Cos Streisand got there first!
Could it be that choosing songs was simple then?
Why must I be bitten every time?
No matter what happens
The sweetest sounds are cursed
Enough is enough, is enough, is enough
Is enough, is enough, is enough, is enough
'Cos Streisand got there
Barbara can you hear me?
Whisper so long dearie
I've got plenty of nothin'
Happy days
Sleepless night
'Cos Streisand got there first!