Easter Parade Page #6

Here he comes

And let him tell you himself

If I seem to scintillate

It's because I've got a date

A date with a package of

The good things that come with love

You don't have to ask me

I won't waste your time

But if you should ask me

Why I feel sublime

I'm steppin' out with my baby

Can't go wrong, 'cause I'm in right

It's for sure, not for maybe

That I'm all dressed up tonight

Steppin' out with my honey

Can't be bad to feel so good

Never felt quite so sunny

And I keep on knockin' wood

There'll be smooth sailin'

'Cause I'm trimmin' my sails

With a bright shine on my shoes

And on my nails

Steppin' out with my baby

Can't go wrong, 'cause I'm in right

Ask me when will the day be

The big day may be tonight

Steppin' out with my baby

Can't go wrong, 'cause I'm in right

It's for sure, not for maybe

That I'm all dressed up tonight

Steppin' out with my honey

Can't be bad to feel so good

Never felt quite so sunny

And I keep on knockin' wood

There'll be smooth sailin'

'Cause I'm trimmin' my sails

With a bright shine on my shoes

And on my nails

Steppin' out with my baby

Can't go wrong, 'cause I'm in right

Ask me when will the day be

The big day may be tonight

This is Essie, Miss Hale. Mr. Hewes just

did a number with a lot of girls.

I tell you, Miss Hale, any one of those girls

is better than she is.

How was Mr. Hewes?

He was all right, but not like

he used to be when he danced with you.

That's fine. Come on back now.

I can't find a thing.

I'd better stay for the next number.

I'll be right back after that.

We're a couple of swells

We stop at the best hotels

But we prefer the country

Far away from the city smells

We're a couple of sports

The pride of the tennis courts

In June, July and August

We look cute when we're dressed in shorts

The Vanderbilts have asked us

Up for tea

We don't know how to get there

No, sirree

No, sirree

We would drive up the avenue

But we haven't got the price

We would skate up the avenue

But there isn't any ice

We would ride on a bicycle

But we haven't got a bike

So we'll walk up the avenue

Yes, we'll walk up the avenue

And to walk up the avenue's

What we like

Wall Street bankers are we

With plenty of currency

We'd open up the safe

But we forgot where we put the key

We're the favorite lads

Of girls in the picture ads

We'd like to tell you

Who we kissed last night

But we can't be cads

The Vanderbilts are waiting

At the club

But how are we to get there?

That's the rub

That's the rub

We would sail up the avenue

But we haven't got a yacht

We would drive up the avenue

But the horse we had was shot

We would ride on a trolley car

But we haven't got the fare

So we'll walk up the avenue

Yes, we'll walk up the avenue

Yes, we'll walk up the avenue

Till we're there

We would swim up the avenue

But we haven't any lake

So we'll walk up the avenue

Yes, we'll walk up the avenue

Yes, a walk up the avenue's

What we'll take

- Mind if I say I told you so?

- Johnny, I'm so happy.

- Miss Brown, you were magnificent.

- Thank you.

- You were wonderful.

- Thank you.

- I'll call you tomorrow.

- All right.

- Hello, Johnny.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Great show, Johnny.

- Don.

- Yeah?

- Just wonderful, really.

- Thanks.

I'm taking Hannah to celebrate. Come.

I'm going to the roof to see Nadine.

- Oh, fine.

- Come in.

Come in.

- Don, you know where I'd like to go?

- Where?

To Pastini's, where we met.

Sure, but some other night.

I made reservations for the Ziegfeld Follies.

- We gotta celebrate.

- All right.

- Good night, Anna.

- Good night.

Good night.

And there she was, all dirtied up,

and with a man's clothes on.

When they danced together,

they laughed at her. It was just awful.

Come in.

- Good evening, Nadine.

- Oh, hello.

Well, Essie, I see you got here before me.

I suppose you won't believe me, Johnny,

but I'm sorry for her. Really sorry.

What?

Essie was telling me

about their show tonight.

Oh, you were?

- On-stage, Miss Hale.

- Oh, coming.

Essie, don't forget my slippers.

I'm flattered you came tonight, Johnny.

I wasn't sure you could tear yourself away.

Oh, dear, I wish they'd stop.

They won't until we take a bow. Come on.

- Who's getting the hand?

- Hannah & Hewes.

- What?!

- They made a big hit in that show tonight.

I still say she doesn't compare to you.

The girl I love

Is on a magazine cover

It seems they painted her

Just for me

I'd fall in love

If I could ever discover

A little girl quite as nice as she

If I could meet

A girl as sweet

I'd simply claim her

And name her my queen

For if she ever came

I would love her the same

As I love her

On the cover

Of a magazine

If I could meet

A girl as sweet

I'd simply claim her

And name her my queen

For if she ever came

I would love her the same

As I love her

On the cover

Of a magazine

On the cover

Of a magazine

Here, take this. I'm not through yet.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

My former partner, Mr. Don Hewes,

is here this evening.

And perhaps we can persuade Mr. Hewes

to do one of our old numbers:

"It Only Happens When I Dance With You."

Oh, no.

Please, Don.

- What time does the last show start?

- This isn't an all-night joint...

Hannah.

Hello, Mike.

Gosh, it's good to see you.

If I knew you were coming,

I'd have cleaned the place up.

Oh, no, it's never looked so wonderful.

- Gosh, you look pretty.

- Hello, Joe.

- Hello, Hannah.

- Been reading all about you.

How does it feel to be a big success?

Fine.

- How are things with you, Mike?

- Oh, always the same.

Problem with every drink.

People's troubles never change.

- Don't they?

- No. They always come in...

...whenever they've got...

How about some champagne?

No, thanks. I don't think so.

Well, I'm gonna celebrate

your opening night.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

This is your opening night, isn't it?

Well, what are you doing here by yourself?

Oh, I don't know. I just...

...wanted to get away for a while.

Sure.

If there's anything I can do,

break anyone's neck, just say the word.

No, thanks, Mike.

There isn't anything anyone can do.

Don't say that.

No man is that important.

Plenty of fish left in the sea.

- You know, it's always darkest...

- Oh, Mike, please.

I don't think you've got a motto

for what my kind of trouble is.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.

But I've got a poem.

For ev'ry rose that withers and dies,

Another blooms in its stead

A new love waits to open its eyes

After the old love is dead

That sounds all right

In a careless rhyme

But there's seldom

A second time

Better luck next time

That could never be

Because there ain't gonna be

No next time

For me

No, sirree

Made up my mind

To make another start

I've made my mind up

But I can't make up my heart

I'd like a new lucky day

That would be nice

But this comes

Just once in a lifetime

Not twice

So don't say

"Better luck next time"

That can never be

Because there ain't gonna be

No next time

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