"Every Day Of Your Life" lyrics
(from "Stiletto" soundtrack)
[Trickster:] Alms, Alms, fair Signore, alms for the poor!
[Zuliani:] No, no!
[Trickster:] I pray you
[Azzurra:] No no no! Excuse us, please
[Trickster:] Got a little zecchino
[Azzurra:] Pietro!
[Zuliani:] Let us past!
[Azzurra:] We're pressed for time
[Trickster:] But not for money
[Azzurra:] What insolence
[Trickster:] What a skinflint!
[Azzurra:]
Come here, catch up and take my arm, dear Pietro
[Pietro:]
Give me a moment, dear, my darling Lulu lags behind
That boy will be the death of me, I swear, Azzurra
[Calling to Luigi] Lulu dear, waiting here! Do you mind?!
[Azzurra:]
Ménage à trois is sweet
When all three lovers feel complete
But all I feel is angst and strife
[Working man 1:]
Look at the three of them
Those privileged people
[Working woman 1:]
The husband bitching 'bout his lover to his wife
[Ensemble:]
How one can walk beneath this holy steeple?!
Every day
Every day of your life?!
[Faustino:] Marco!
[Marco:] What, I can't help it if people find me beguiling
[Faustino:] You won't be so adorable when you're standing in front of the Contessa and the only sound you produce is some unremarkable pedestrian mewing
[Marco:] Not in public
[Faustino:] Well, if we're not walking, I suggest we return to the studio
[Marco:] No, no more work tonight!
[Faustino:]
It feels so good to stroll, agreed, dear Marco?
Breathe deep and fill your lungs with salty, ocean air
You feel that buzz and bustle of this city?
Everyone working hard everywhere
They have a saying here, a lesson you could learn, my dear
From fisher's net to butcher's knife
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work till the day is done beneath the starry night
The same for yesterday, today, tomorrow
Every day
Every day of your life
[Trickster:]
Well, what I want to know is, can you get it up, or can't ya?
'Ere's a boy, oh a lovely-looking boy who can't get it up!
[Marco:] Insolent dog
[Trickster:] Oh, he's gonna be a famous star of the stage, he says, and only gives me one lousy zecchino. Monied and mean!
[Marco:]
Monied?!
My father slaved to feed eleven children
Lived in a hovel with his weary worn-out wife
And still he'd thank the lord for all that he'd been given every day
Every day
Of his life
And though we'd go to bed without so much a crust of bread
My father fed us this advice
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work 'til the day is done beneath the starry night
The same for yesterday today tomorrow
Every day
Every day
Of your life
[Trickster:] I wish I got to be as unlucky as you! Corr! Imagine! Living off your voice!
[Marco:]
And what about the price I paid for it?
When I was eight I sang a song to Jesus
My parents took me to a priest who loved my voice
Then they sold me for a few gold pieces
Off they crept
Mother wept
They had no choice
And so the priestly predators
Kept at bay the creditors
But I'm the one who paid the price
[Trickster:]
We all have tales of woe and lives of sorrow
[Prostitute:]
I have to hear it from the husband 'bout the wife
[Trickster:]
Who doesn't have to beg or steal or borrow
Workers and prostitute:
Every day every day of your life
[Venetians:]
The winter nights are chilly to the marrow
The grand canal in summer reeks
The air is rife
[Prevosto:]
And still I try to walk the straight and narrow
[Venetians:]
Every day every day of your life
Poor little maestro gone from rags to riches
He dines with kings and queens and still he bitches
How horrible how bad
Intolerable so sad we cry
[Marco:]
The hands that bathed and gave me my first good meal
These were the hands, the very hands that held me down
[Ensemble:]
Held you down?!
[Marco:]
Held me down and cut!
[Ensemble:]
Oh!
[Marco:]
So now you hear me roar
What man could ask for more
What man could ever possibly be missing anything?!
[Venetians:]
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work 'til the day is done beneath the starry night
The same for yesterday today tomorrow
Every day
Every day
Of your life
[Marco:] Rise up!
[Cast:]
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work 'til the day is done beneath the starry night the same for
Yesterday today tomorrow
Every day
Every day
Of your
Every day
Every day
Of your
Every day
Every day
Of your fabulous, wonderful, marvelous, glorious life!
[Zuliani:] No, no!
[Trickster:] I pray you
[Azzurra:] No no no! Excuse us, please
[Trickster:] Got a little zecchino
[Azzurra:] Pietro!
[Zuliani:] Let us past!
[Azzurra:] We're pressed for time
[Trickster:] But not for money
[Azzurra:] What insolence
[Trickster:] What a skinflint!
[Azzurra:]
Come here, catch up and take my arm, dear Pietro
[Pietro:]
Give me a moment, dear, my darling Lulu lags behind
That boy will be the death of me, I swear, Azzurra
[Calling to Luigi] Lulu dear, waiting here! Do you mind?!
[Azzurra:]
Ménage à trois is sweet
When all three lovers feel complete
But all I feel is angst and strife
[Working man 1:]
Look at the three of them
Those privileged people
[Working woman 1:]
The husband bitching 'bout his lover to his wife
[Ensemble:]
How one can walk beneath this holy steeple?!
Every day
Every day of your life?!
[Faustino:] Marco!
[Marco:] What, I can't help it if people find me beguiling
[Faustino:] You won't be so adorable when you're standing in front of the Contessa and the only sound you produce is some unremarkable pedestrian mewing
[Marco:] Not in public
[Faustino:] Well, if we're not walking, I suggest we return to the studio
[Marco:] No, no more work tonight!
[Faustino:]
It feels so good to stroll, agreed, dear Marco?
Breathe deep and fill your lungs with salty, ocean air
You feel that buzz and bustle of this city?
Everyone working hard everywhere
They have a saying here, a lesson you could learn, my dear
From fisher's net to butcher's knife
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work till the day is done beneath the starry night
The same for yesterday, today, tomorrow
Every day
Every day of your life
[Trickster:]
Well, what I want to know is, can you get it up, or can't ya?
'Ere's a boy, oh a lovely-looking boy who can't get it up!
[Marco:] Insolent dog
[Trickster:] Oh, he's gonna be a famous star of the stage, he says, and only gives me one lousy zecchino. Monied and mean!
[Marco:]
Monied?!
My father slaved to feed eleven children
Lived in a hovel with his weary worn-out wife
And still he'd thank the lord for all that he'd been given every day
Every day
Of his life
And though we'd go to bed without so much a crust of bread
My father fed us this advice
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work 'til the day is done beneath the starry night
The same for yesterday today tomorrow
Every day
Every day
Of your life
[Trickster:] I wish I got to be as unlucky as you! Corr! Imagine! Living off your voice!
[Marco:]
And what about the price I paid for it?
When I was eight I sang a song to Jesus
My parents took me to a priest who loved my voice
Then they sold me for a few gold pieces
Off they crept
Mother wept
They had no choice
And so the priestly predators
Kept at bay the creditors
But I'm the one who paid the price
[Trickster:]
We all have tales of woe and lives of sorrow
[Prostitute:]
I have to hear it from the husband 'bout the wife
[Trickster:]
Who doesn't have to beg or steal or borrow
Workers and prostitute:
Every day every day of your life
[Venetians:]
The winter nights are chilly to the marrow
The grand canal in summer reeks
The air is rife
[Prevosto:]
And still I try to walk the straight and narrow
[Venetians:]
Every day every day of your life
Poor little maestro gone from rags to riches
He dines with kings and queens and still he bitches
How horrible how bad
Intolerable so sad we cry
[Marco:]
The hands that bathed and gave me my first good meal
These were the hands, the very hands that held me down
[Ensemble:]
Held you down?!
[Marco:]
Held me down and cut!
[Ensemble:]
Oh!
[Marco:]
So now you hear me roar
What man could ask for more
What man could ever possibly be missing anything?!
[Venetians:]
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work 'til the day is done beneath the starry night
The same for yesterday today tomorrow
Every day
Every day
Of your life
[Marco:] Rise up!
[Cast:]
Rise up before the sun can wake the sparrow
Work 'til the day is done beneath the starry night the same for
Yesterday today tomorrow
Every day
Every day
Of your
Every day
Every day
Of your
Every day
Every day
Of your fabulous, wonderful, marvelous, glorious life!
