Ballad of The Garment Trade - Barbra Streisand

If you don't want to get nervous 
Do yourself a great big service 
Stay away please far from Seventh Avenue 
You can lose your sense and reason 
Guessing what style for next season 
Yes, the dress business will make a wreck of you 
It's a battle of fierce and grim 
That depends on the ladies' whim 
What'll Miss and Misses America's answer be 
Will she say with a tossing head 
And that rare guy wouldn't drop dead 
Or she'll say : yes, this dress is really me 
On guessing what, a day will say 
A sheer impossibility 
This poor kid's brave, he worked away 
And try to build that industry 
How crazy, bold and reckless 
Can human beings be... 
Hip, hip, hooray! For the garment trade 
Hear the cheer to push the music hits us everyone 
Day after day...They go on this way 
To the cockeyed way the job that must be done 
Off to the fray on the brave crusade 
Gallant ladies' garment trade 
Though in health got speed 
In a gesture breed, made all answers on parade 
What a business what a sack game 
Yet it's about as much your business is a crap game 
snapper, zipper, bowler, button 
All we know is what the experts know from nothin' 
So the last line you got pie with 
Coming right up is another you could die with 
If you're right the dough could flow in 
If you're not you haven't got a pot to sew with 
Off to the fray on the brave crusade 
Gallant ladies' garment trade 
Though in health got speed 
In a gesture breed, made all answers on parade 
Off to the fray on the brave crusade 
Gallant ladies' garment trade 
Though in health got speed 
In a gesture breed, made all answers on parade...