Перевод песни Andrew Lloyd Webber – The Lady's Paying
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Hurry up, the birthday boy is on his way This is a surprise celebration I hope you’ve remembered everything I’ve said I want to see a total transformation What’s all this? Happy birthday, darling. Did you think we’d forgotten? Well, I … I don’t know These people are from the best men’s shop in town. I had them close it down for the day Norma, now listen! I’ll leave you boys to it Happy birthday, welcome to your shopathon! What’s going on? Help yourself, it’s all been taken care of Anyone who’s anyone is dressed by me Well, golly gee Pick out anything you’d like a pair of You just point, I’ll do the rest I’ve brought nothing but the best You’re a very lucky writer Come along now, get undressed Unless I’m much mistaken That’s a 42-inch chest I don’t understand a word you’re saying Well, all you need to know’s the lady’s paying It’s nice to get your just reward this time of year Get outta here! And all my merchandise is strictly kosher When you’ve thrown away all your old worn-out stuff Hey, that’s enough Perhaps you’d like to model for my brochure I have just the thing for you Chalk-stripe suits In black SALESMAN 2] Or blue Glen plaid trousers Cashmere sweaters Bathing shorts for Malibu Here’s a patent leather lace-up It’s a virtuoso shoe And a simply marvelous coat made of vicuna You know what you can do with your vicuna Come on Joe, you haven’t even started yet You wanna bet? I thought by now he’d look the height of fashion He always takes forever making up his mind Don’t be unkind I thought you writers knew about compassion I love flannel on a man This will complement his tan We’ll take two of these and four of those I’m still your greatest fan! Very soon now we’ll have stopped him Looking like an also-ran You’re going to make me sorry that I’m staying Well, all right, I’ll choose, after all, I’m paying! Evening clothes? I want to see your most deluxe Won’t wear a tux Of course not, dear, tuxedos are for waiters What we need are tails, a white tie and top hat I can’t wear that Joe, second-rate clothes are for second-raters Norma, please… Shut up, I’m rich Now some platinum blonde bitch I own so many apartments I’ve forgotten which is which I don’t have to go to premieres I’m never on display You seem to forget that I’m a writer Who cares what you wear when you’re a writer? I care, Joe, and please don’t be so mean to me O.K., all right You can’t come to my New Year’s Eve party in that filling-station shirt I’ve been invited somewhere else on New Year’s Eve Where? Artie Green. He’s an old friend of mine I can’t do without you, Joe, I need you I’ve sent out every single invitation All right, Norma, I give in Of course you do And when they’ve dressed you You’ll cause a sensation We equip the chosen few of Movieland The latest cut We dress every movie star and crooner From their shiny toecaps to their hatband Conceal your gut You won’t regret selecting the vicuna If you need a hand to shake If there’s a girl you want to make If there’s a soul you’re out to capture Or a heart you want to break If you want the world to love you You’ll have to learn to take And gracefully accept the role you’re playing You will earn every cent the lady’s paying So why not have it all? Now that didn’t hurt, did it? The lady’s paying!