VET MEDLEY Met fragmenten uit: All that Jazz (Chicago: Ebb/Kander) This is the moment (jekyll & Hide: Wildhorn/Bricusse) People (Funny Girl: Merril/Styne) Maybe this time (Cabaret: Ebb/Kander) Broadway Baby (Follies: Stephen Sondheim) One (A Chorus Line: Kleban/Hamlisch) Some People (Gipsy: Styne/Sondheim) Don't rain on my parade (Funny Girl: Merril/Styne) I am what I am (La cage aux Folles: Jerry Herman) Tomorrow (Annie: Charnin/Strouse) There's no business like showbusiness (Annie get your gun: Irving Berlin) Samenstelling & vocaal arrangement: © Erik Brey Come on babe, why don't we paint the town And all that Jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down And all that Jazz Start the car, I know a woopey spot Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl And all that Jazz This is the moment... And all that Jazz People, people who need people... And all that Jazz Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes Hey, Big Spender! And all that Jazz I hear that father Dip is gonna blow the Blues Maybe this time... And all that Jazz Hold on hon, we're gonna bunny hug... Gee! I'd like to be on some marquee And all that Jazz Some spark to pierce the dark from Batt'ry Park To all that Jazz I'm just a Broadway baby Walking off my tired feet Pounding 42nd Street To be in All that... Jazz! The girl is second best to none, son Oooh! Sigh! Give her your attention Do! I! Really need to mention All that Jazz And all that Jazz Some people can get a thrill Knitting sweaters and sitting still That's okay for some people Who don't know they're alive Some people sit on their butts Got the dream, yeah, but not the guts That's living for some people For some humdrum people, without All that Jazz Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade I'll march my band out I'll beat my drum And when I'm fanned out Your turn at bat, Sir At least I didn't fake it. Hat, Sir I guess I didn't make it I am what I am, I am my own special creation Come, take a good look, give me the hook or give me All that Jazz But whether I'm the rose of sheer pefection Or freckle on the noe of life's complexion I gotta fly once! I gotta try once! Only can die once, right Sir? Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow But don't rain on my parade Come on babe, we're gonna brush the sky I betcha lucky Lindy never flew so high Cause in the stratosphere When you are stealing that extra bow There's no business like showbusiness And yesterday they told you you would not go far And All That Jazz (That Jazz)