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

Like no business I know

Everything about it is appealing

Everything the 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're low

Even when they tell you that you shall infold

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 cowboys the tumblers the wrestlers the clowns

The roustabouts move the show at dawn

The music the spotlights the people the towns

Your baggage with the labels pasted on

The sawdust and the horses and the smell

The towel you've taken from the last hotel

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're low

Yesterday they told you you would not go far

That night you opened and there you are

Next day on your dressing room they hung a star

Let's go on with the show