"Finale Act 2" lyrics
(from "Funny Girl (New Broadway Cast Recording)" soundtrack)
Funny
Did you hear that?
Funny
Yeah, the guy said
"Honey, you're a funny girl"
That's me
I just keep 'em in stitches
Doubled in half
And though I may be all wrong for the guy
I'm good for a laugh
I guess it's not funny
Life is far from sunny
When the laugh is over
And the joke's on you
A girl ought to have a sense of humor
That's one thing you really need for sure
When you're a funny girl
The fella said, "A funny girl"
Funny
How it ain't so funny
Funny girl
I marched my band out
I beat my drum
I guess we didn't make it
At least I didn't fake it
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American beauty rose?
With an American beauty nose?
And ten American beauty toes?
Eyes on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey, gorgeous
Here we go again
Well, here it goes, kid
No looking back
Stiff upper nose, kid
Let's give 'em hell, Brice
We'll cry a little later
Well, Brice
That's life in the theater
Get ready for me, world
'Cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody
Oh, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade
Did you hear that?
Funny
Yeah, the guy said
"Honey, you're a funny girl"
That's me
I just keep 'em in stitches
Doubled in half
And though I may be all wrong for the guy
I'm good for a laugh
I guess it's not funny
Life is far from sunny
When the laugh is over
And the joke's on you
A girl ought to have a sense of humor
That's one thing you really need for sure
When you're a funny girl
The fella said, "A funny girl"
Funny
How it ain't so funny
Funny girl
I marched my band out
I beat my drum
I guess we didn't make it
At least I didn't fake it
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American beauty rose?
With an American beauty nose?
And ten American beauty toes?
Eyes on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam
Hey, gorgeous
Here we go again
Well, here it goes, kid
No looking back
Stiff upper nose, kid
Let's give 'em hell, Brice
We'll cry a little later
Well, Brice
That's life in the theater
Get ready for me, world
'Cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody
Oh, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade
