Lyrics
Good times and bum times
I've seen them all and, my dear
I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer
But I'm here
I've stuffed the dailies in my shoes
Strummed ukuleles, sung the blues
Seen all my dreams disappear
But I'm here
I've slept in shanties, guest of the W.P.A
But I'm here
Danced in my scanties, three bucks a night was the pay
But I'm here
I've stood in bread lines with the best
Watched while the headlines did the rest
In the Depression was I depressed?
Nowhere near
I met a big financier
And I'm here
I've been through Gandhi, Windsor and Wally's affair
But I'm here
Amos 'n' Andy, mah-jongg and platinum hair
But I'm here
I got through Abie's Irish Rose
Five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had heebie-jeebies for Bebe's bathysphere
I lived through Brenda Frazier
And I'm here
I've gotten through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Gee! That was fun and a half
When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Anything else is a laugh
I've been through Reno, I've been through Beverly Hills
And I'm here
Reefers and vino, rescuers, religion and pills
But I'm here
Been called a pinko, commie too
Got through its stinko by my pool
I should have gone to an acting school
That seems clear
Still someone said, "She's sincere"
So I'm here
Black sable one day, next day it goes into hock
But I'm here
Top billing Monday, Tuesday you're touring in stock
But I'm here
First you're another sloe-eyed vamp
Then someone's mother, then you're camp
Then you career from career to career
I'm almost through my memoirs
But I'm here
I've gotten through, "Hey, lady, aren't you whoozis?"
"Wow! What a looker you were!"
Or better yet, "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis
Whatever happened to her?"
Good times and bum times
I've seen them all and, my dear
I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer
But I'm here
I've run the gamut, A to Z
Three cheers and dammit, c'est la vie
I got through all of last year
And I'm here
God knows at least I was there
And I'm here
Look, I'm here
I'm still here
I've seen them all and, my dear
I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer
But I'm here
I've stuffed the dailies in my shoes
Strummed ukuleles, sung the blues
Seen all my dreams disappear
But I'm here
I've slept in shanties, guest of the W.P.A
But I'm here
Danced in my scanties, three bucks a night was the pay
But I'm here
I've stood in bread lines with the best
Watched while the headlines did the rest
In the Depression was I depressed?
Nowhere near
I met a big financier
And I'm here
I've been through Gandhi, Windsor and Wally's affair
But I'm here
Amos 'n' Andy, mah-jongg and platinum hair
But I'm here
I got through Abie's Irish Rose
Five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had heebie-jeebies for Bebe's bathysphere
I lived through Brenda Frazier
And I'm here
I've gotten through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Gee! That was fun and a half
When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Anything else is a laugh
I've been through Reno, I've been through Beverly Hills
And I'm here
Reefers and vino, rescuers, religion and pills
But I'm here
Been called a pinko, commie too
Got through its stinko by my pool
I should have gone to an acting school
That seems clear
Still someone said, "She's sincere"
So I'm here
Black sable one day, next day it goes into hock
But I'm here
Top billing Monday, Tuesday you're touring in stock
But I'm here
First you're another sloe-eyed vamp
Then someone's mother, then you're camp
Then you career from career to career
I'm almost through my memoirs
But I'm here
I've gotten through, "Hey, lady, aren't you whoozis?"
"Wow! What a looker you were!"
Or better yet, "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis
Whatever happened to her?"
Good times and bum times
I've seen them all and, my dear
I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer
But I'm here
I've run the gamut, A to Z
Three cheers and dammit, c'est la vie
I got through all of last year
And I'm here
God knows at least I was there
And I'm here
Look, I'm here
I'm still here