What D'You Know We've Got A Show & Vaudeville Routine - Cliff Richard

Take a kid who can’t sing

A song with a zing

That makes a whole audience glow

Add some dancers in tights

Some costumes, some lights

And what d’you know, you’ve got a show

A comic whose nose is red as a rose

Whose tie can revolve on its bow

He’ll laugh and he’ll clown

Then he’ll fall down

And what d’you know, you’ve got a show

One moment you’re going berserk and

It’s one of those terrible days

Next moment, the magic, it’s working

And that’s show business, to coin a phrase

Some gals and some guys with stars in their eyes

A spirit of «Get up and Go»

A curtain will rise and to our surprise

Well what d’you know, we’ve got a show

All right, quiet on stage

Overture and beginners please

Get ready for your cues

House lights down.

OK lights

Have a smile for everyone you meet

And everyone will have a smile for you

Every mile along life’s fancy street

Is filled with wretched proof

Each tomorrow brings new sorrows

So why bother to borrow tears

The thing to do is

Have a smile for everyone you meet

And they will have a smile for you

And now a little recitation entitled «She was only…»

I say, I say, I say

Kindly, don’t interrupt while I’m entertaining the people

I’ve just been playing cards with some Africans

Oh really, Zulus?

Oh no, I won five pounds

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle

What did the raindrops sprinkle

Tie a little bit to your dancing shoes

And the sun will shine

I say, do you know what a mountain calls its young?

Say, no, what does the mountain call its young?

Simple.

Hi, Cliff!

He’s very well known as Algy

To the ladies on the stage

A jolly good chap is Algy

Just now he’s all the rage

And a jolly good theory, that’s Algy

With the barmaids at the cry

He’s very well known, that’s Algy

As the Piccadilly Johnny with the little glass eye

Ginjah, Ginjah, the young Captain Ginjah

Jolly old pot, owned a yacht

In, he said wot wot

I love the ladies, not one of them would I endanger

All the girls love Ginjah, Ginjah Ginjah Ginjah

Joshuah, Joshuah, why don’t you call and see my Ma

She’ll be pleased to know, you are my best beau

Joshuah, Joshuah, nicer than lemon squash you are

Yes by gosh you are Joshu-osh-uah

Where did you get that hat?

Where did you get that tie?

Isn’t it a lovely one?

It’s just the proper style

I should like to have one just the same as that

Where I do go they shout, where did you get that hat

I say, there’s a man at the door with a dog called Fred

Oh really, what’s the man’s name

Please notice our feet never leave our ankles

Does Fred Astaire have a sister?

Boy was he glad to get rid of it

Shall we dance

Make it change

Mr. Arthur Murray we could use you in a hurry

What d’you know, we gotta a show

What d’you know, he’s got a

Crying, talking, sleeping, walking Living Doll

We’ve got a free and glorious

Gay uproarious

What d’you know, we’ve got a show