On Cloudberry Drive everybody's well-to-do
And Claudia Hanson, she looks just like you
She thinks if nothing ever changes she'll be stuck inside a day like today
But in her dreams she sings on stages, in pajamas, dressed for the matinee
She downs her cocoa every night, turns out the light
And she is drifting away
And someone takes her by the hand, a chorus line commands
"We hope you like it in Theatreland"
She drives to the school and meets eyes with a man
Though he's holding a lollipop, he understands
In keeping up with all the Joneses, she missed out on a couple of years
Living in fear of turned-up noses, she packed ambition under the stairs
From here all futures will appear, it's crystal-clear
As she is drifting away
And someone takes her by the hand, says have you heard the band?
"We hope you like it in Theatreland"
The interval ice cream is cold, she's getting old
But not too old for the curtain call and all is calm
Before the 5 o'clock alarm
Let's skip to the scene on Shaftesbury Avenue
Where Claudia Hanson still looks just like you
Her name in lights above the stages, she's played here for a couple of years
Who said that nothing ever changes? The answer's hidden under the stairs
The orchestra is sitting proud, she sees the crowd from the wings where she stands
The stage announcer turns around, he smiles and shouts aloud
"We know you'll like it in Theatreland!"