Stephen Sondheim - Don't Look At Me (Follies, 1971) lyrics

Now, folks, we bring you Direct from Pheonix Live and in person Sally Durant Here she is at last Twinkle in her eye Rip in her dress Strictly a mess Nevertheless Hi, Ben No, don't look at me Please, not just yet Why am I here? This is crazy No, don't look at me It's just a flabby, tight-girdle, gabby dame Say something, Ben, anything So, just look at you Still all coquette Still just as fresh as a daisy Look at these people Aren't they eerie? Look at this party Isn't it dreary? I'm so glad I came Look who's forgotten Well, did you ever Is this the famous Benson F. Stone Lawyer of the year Fancy clientele Brilliant success Charm and finesse Ritzy address (spoken) Hell, I could die (sung) Da da da da Da da da da Da da da da La da da da La da da da La da da da da da da da So, just look at us Fat, turning gray Watching the past Getting hazy Isn't it awful? God, how depressing Me, I'm a hundred You, you're a blessing I'm so glad I came What would you like? What's your mood? Sit and chat or go join all that Or just get stewed? What are we to do? What one does Sit and reminisce About how we miss What never was What would you like? You wanna go and hear the throng Sing every ancient song With all the lyrics wrong? What would you like? I mean apart from getting tight? I've an idea this may be a long, long night Wanna play cards? No, thanks Wanna sit down? No, thanks Wanna go next? No, thanks Thanks, but no thanks Twenty five years Twenty six You know me, Ben Let's go mix Da da da da Da da da da La da da da La da da da Aren't they darling? Isn't it ducky? Aren't you perfect? Aren't I lucky? I'm so glad I came