Vauderville Man - Wendy Waldman

Papa used to tell me as a little child

The only reason we’re here is to make 'em smile

Your heart may break and your world may fall

But when you stand up there you stand ten feet tall

So following in my father’s shoes

I learned to sing and dance and to play the blues

I’ll tell you now if you don’t understand

That I’m the livin' daughter of a Vaudeville man

The trains ran east and the roads ran west

And I knew every one of them

My face was dirty but my ribbons were pressed

They were crazy days but to have them back again

One hand glued to the radio

One hand practicing the piano

One foot tapping out the dancing tune

One sole trying just to make a dime

And it’s hand to mouth and it’s mouth to hand

Say I’m the living daugher of a Vaudeville man

Say I’m the living daugher of a Vaudeville man