There's no business like show business 

Like no business I know

Everything about it is appealing

Everything that 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 are low

Even with a turkey that you know will fold

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 butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk

Are secretly unhappy men becau-ause

The butcher, the baker, the grocer and the clerk

Get paid for what they do but no applause

They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye 

For anything theatrical and why - WHY-Y?



There's no business like show business 

Like no business I know

You get word before the show has started 

That your father died inside of 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 are low

Yesterday they told you you would not go far

That night you open and there you are

Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star

Let's go - on with the show...