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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Albert Finney
Albert Finney
Performer
Carol Burnett
Carol Burnett
Performer
Original Motion Picture Cast of "Annie"
Original Motion Picture Cast of "Annie"
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CHARLES STROUSE
CHARLES STROUSE
Composer
Martin Charnin
Martin Charnin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ralph Burns and His Orchestra
Ralph Burns and His Orchestra
Producer
Dan Wallin
Dan Wallin
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Miss Hannigan!
Mr. Warbucks, do you know something?
For a Republican you are sinfully handsome
Thank you
Why I just go absolutely weak in the knees over men like you
My God, is that thing real?
Just sign the papers
Wouldn't you like see the bedroom, my little billiard ball?
Sign
[Verse 1]
I make a very dry martini
Right here
I make a very wet souffle
Just your name
Don't be so mean, you mean ol' meanie
Come, my dear
Let's you and me make, why shouldn't we make haste?
I have an appointment at 1:00
This way
[Verse 2]
You ever been to Bonus Iries?
Where?
I hunger for the Argentyne
Argentine
Let's me and you fill up our diaries
What? Stop!
Buy me a ruby
No!
Why shouldn't you be mine?
[Chorus]
I've got your number (Come close)
Ya like to rumba (Madam, while)
I'll call you Ollie (We)
My hot tamale (Pry through this)
And now I've gotcha (File)
My cucaracha (From my)
Oh! Ooh! Ay-yi-yi! (Private eye)
[Verse 3]
You spend your evenings in the shanties
You had me followed?
Imbibing quarts of bathtub gin
Bronchitis
And here you're dancing in your scanties
Great gams
With some old geezer called Little Caesar
He's an uncle!
You lock the orphans in the closet
They love it!
You hock their Christmas souvenirs
Drink?
You steal the funds you should deposit
It's fresh
You make them grovel, while you buy lavaliers
[Chorus]
Must you upset me? (You'll sit)
Why don't you pet me? (Out this)
It's you I crave now (Century)
Let's misbehave now (In some)
You wanna smoochie (Deep, dark)
My little poochie? (Penitentiary)
Jail?
[Verse 4]
Sign
I guess I'll never know the feeling
You'll rot in jail
Of running fingers through your hair
In Sing-Sing
I guess this means no Bonus Iries
Will you sign?
Well, I don't need ya
That's fine
So just forget me!
The dotted line
Forget my sweetness
Don't whine
Forget you met me
You can't decline
This day is sorta
Just sign!
My Britain Waterloo
Sign!
[Outro]
Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?
Swine!
Written by: Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
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