There’s No Business Like Show Business (Disco version) Ethel Merman

There's no business like show business
Like no business I know
Everything about it is appealing
Everything that traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra bow

There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold
You may be stranded out in the cold
But still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold
Let's go on with the show!

The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do, but no applause
They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye
For anything theatrical, and why?

(Why-why-why, baby?
Why-why-why, baby?
Why-why-why, baby?)

Because there's no business like show business
Like no business I know
You get word before the show has started
That your favorite uncle died at dawn
And top of that, your pa and ma have parted
You're broken-hearted, but you go on