欢乐岁月

How's it going?

Good. You?

Fair.

Yeah, tell me.

Russian Tea Room.

Hi.

Mary.

Say hello.

I think I got a job.

Where?

True Romances.

Posing?

Thank you. Writing captions.

What about the book?

What about the book?

Nothing. Are you working on the book?

Yes.

Good.

No.

Mary.

Right. I know. Yes, me and Balzac.

Ugh.

I finished the one-act

- I got an audition - I started the story

- Rehearsal pianist - So where are we eating?

- I'm moving to Playboy - The publisher called me

- I'm doing a rewrite - My parents are coming

- I saw My Fair Lady - I rewrote the rewrite

- I sort of enjoyed it - I threw out the story

I'm meeting an agent

We'll all get together on Sunday

We're opening doors

Singing, "Here we are"

We're filling up days

On a dime

That faraway shore's Looking not too far

We're following every star

There's not enough time

- I called a producer - I sent off the one-act

- I started the story - He said to come see him

- I dropped out of college - I met this musician

- I'm playing a nightclub - They're doing my one-act

- I'm working for Redbook - I rewrote the ballad

- I finished the story - We started rehearsal

I threw out the story And then the musician

I'm moving to Popular Science

We're opening doors

Singing, "Look who's here"

Beginning to sail on a dime

That faraway shore's getting very near

We haven't a thing to fear

We haven't got time

Bum-bum-bu-bum-bum bum-bum

La-da-da-da-da da-dum

- How's it coming? - Good. You?

Done!

One minute.

Hamburg Heaven.

- Hi. - Mary.

- Say hello. - I got another job.

- Where? - Chic.

- What's that? - A brand-new concept,

pop-up pictures.

- What about the book? - What about the book?

Did you give the publisher the book?

- Yes. No. - Good. Mary.

- Look, I never... - Finished!

- Let me call you back. - Right.

- This is just a draft. Probably it stinks. - Right. Right.

Haven't had the time to do a polish.

- Will you sing? - Right.

Who wants to live in New York?

Who wants the worry, the noise The dirt, the heat?

Who wants the garbage cans Clanging in the street?

Suddenly I do

They're always popping their cork

I'll fix that line

The cops, the cabbies The salesgirls up at Saks

You gotta have a real taste For maniacs

Suddenly I do

That's great, that's swell

The other stuff as well

It isn't every day You hear a score this strong

But, fellas, if I may There's only one thing wrong

It's not a tune you can hum

It's not a tune you go Bum-bum-bum-di-dum

You need a tune you go Bum-bum-bum-di-dum

Give me a melody

Why can't you throw 'em a crumb?

What's wrong with letting 'em Tap their toes a bit?

I'll let you know When Stravinsky has a hit

Give me a melody

Oh, sure, I know

It's not that kind of show

But can't you have a score That's sort of in-between?

Look, play a little more I'll show you what I mean

Who wants to live in New York?

I always hated the dirt The heat, the noise

But ever since I met you, I...

Listen, boys, maybe it's me

But that's just not a

Hum-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mable melody!

Write more, work hard Leave your name with the girl

Less avant-garde

Leave your name with the girl

Just write a plain old Melodee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee

A-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee

They're stopping rehearsal They ran out of money

We lasted one issue My book was rejected

The nightclub was raided I had to start coaching

- My parents are coming - I screwed up the laundry

- My wallet was stolen - I saw the musician

- We're being evicted - I'm having a breakdown

We'll all get together on Sunday They're slamming the doors

Singing, "Go away"

It's less of a sail than a climb

That faraway shore's farther every day

We're learning to ricochet

We still have a lot to say

You know what we'll do?

What?

We'll do a revue

- What? - What?

We'll do a revue of our own

- What? - Where?

- Why? - When?

Not just songs but stories, scenes,

- piano pieces, mime! - Yeah.

"Frankly Frank!"

A showcase of our own

- Where? - The club's reopening.

- We'll write a lot of new stuff. - Rewrite old stuff.

- What about the girl? - What about the girl?

Only that we're gonna need a girl.

- Well, Mary. - Thanks.

I don't perform except at dinner.

Who wants to live in New York?

Who wants the worry, the noise The dirt, the heat?

Who wants the garbage cans clanging?

- Next! - I can sing higher!

Who wants to live in New York?

Who wants to live in New York?

Who wants to live...

Thank you for coming!

They're always popping their cork

Up a tone.

The cops, the cabbies The salesgirls up at Saks

Up a tone.

You gotta have a real taste For maniacs

Thank you! You're hired!

- I'm Beth - I'm Frank

I really thought I stank

- I'm Mary - Charley

By the way, I'm told we open Saturday

- What? You're not serious - Nobody's ready

Apparently, somebody canceled A booking

- The songs aren't finished - And what about costumes?

And how do I learn all these numbers?

I'll bring you the copies of everything

- Later this evening - Not to mention I still haven't finished

Okay, but I'll have to Have all of the music

We'll worry about it on Sunday

We're opening doors

Singing, "Here we are"

We're filling up days on a dime

That faraway shore's looking not too far

We're following every star

There's not enough time

We're banging on doors

Shouting, "Here again"

We're risking it all on a dime

That faraway shore's looking near again

The only thing left is when

We know we should count to ten