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Ben Ben Ben Stone, I wan't reason Look at me! Damn it You turn around and you look at me Ben, it's me Now, folks, we bring you Direct from Phoenix Live and in person Sally Durant! Here she is at last Twinkle in her eye Hot off the press Strictly a mess Nevertheless Hi, Ben No, don't look at me Please, not just yet Why am I here? This it crazy! No, don't look at me I know that face You're trying to place The name Say something, Ben Anything. No, don't talk to me Ben, I forget What were we like? It's so hazy! Look at these people Aren't they eerie? Look at this party Isn't it dreary? I'm so glad I came. Yes, it's possible You might be Sally Did you fall asleep at Toscanini broadcasts? Did you eat Baby Ruths for breakfast? Ha, ha, ha I still do sometimes Oh, Ben, you're just the way I knew you'd be You make me feel like I was nineteen and the four of us were going on the town So Just look at us Fat Turning gray Still playing games Acting crazy Isn't it awful? God! How depressing Me, I'm a hundred You, you're a blessing I'm so glad I came! What we need is a drink
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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