He'll be there tossing you bouquets
Celebrities, millionaires
I′ll be waiting in the wing
Wound up tighter than a spring
As the house begins to dim
And I′ll practice every line
Hoping desperately to shine
Just imagine how they'll cheer
Stepping out before the scrim
Let them whoop and let them call
I won′t hear the crowd at all
Trust me, once the boss sees
How you put that song across
Hell, he ain′t got a prayer
You'll stand proud into the light
Aha, and I′ll rapturously float
Through the melody he wrote
And before the music dies
Up, the audience will rise
Nearly bursting at the brim
And you'll stand there in the glow
And perhaps, at last he'll know
Girls, hurry up, we′re on
(There, the ooh-la-la girl)
Welcome, each and everyone
It′s where Coney comes to play
Entertainment day and night
Sure to dazzle and delight
And of course we'll be there too
We′re so happy that you're here
For this season′s big premiere
Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Megan Giri
Five shows daily only here at Phantasma
And now the aerial [Incomprehensible]
Of the fabulous Miss Fleck
Meg, you were just perfect
And I say that not only as your mother but as your producer
I'm sure he was, I′m sure he′ll have much to say
About how much you've progressed
By the way, it seems you have an admirer, a certain Mr.Thompson