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Mary Sunshine:
When I was a tiny tot
Of maybe two or three
I can still remember what
My mother said to me...
Place rose colored glasses on your nose
And you will see the robins
Not the crows
For in the tense and tangled web
Our weary lives can weave
You're so much better off
If you believe...
That there's a little bit of good
When I was a tiny tot
Of maybe two or three
I can still remember what
My mother said to me...
Place rose colored glasses on your nose
And you will see the robins
Not the crows
For in the tense and tangled web
Our weary lives can weave
You're so much better off
If you believe...
That there's a little bit of good
In everyone
In everyone you'll ever know
Yes, there's a little bit of good
In everyone
Though many times, it doesn't show
It only takes a taking time
With one another
For under every mean veneer
Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking...
For that bit of good in everyone
The ones you call bad
Are never all bad
So try to find that little bit of good
In everyone you'll ever know
Yes, there's a little bit of good
In everyone
Though many times, it doesn't show
It only takes a taking time
With one another
For under every mean veneer
Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking...
For that bit of good in everyone
The ones you call bad
Are never all bad
So try to find that little bit of good
Just a little, little bit of good
Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking...
For that little good in everyone
Although you meet rats
They're not complete rats
So try to find that little bit of good!
Matron:
Mr. Flynn, the reporters are here.
Billy:
Let 'em in, Butch. Okay, Roxie, act like a dummy; you sit
on my lap and do all the talking.
Matron:
Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking...
For that little good in everyone
Although you meet rats
They're not complete rats
So try to find that little bit of good!
Matron:
Mr. Flynn, the reporters are here.
Billy:
Let 'em in, Butch. Okay, Roxie, act like a dummy; you sit
on my lap and do all the talking.
Matron:
Mr. Billy Flynn sings the "Press Conference Rag" - notice
how his mouth never moves - almost.
how his mouth never moves - almost.
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