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Musical: Funny Girl
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If a girl isn't pretty Like a Miss Atlantic City, All she gets in life Is pity and a pat. Mrs. Brice: Is a nose with deviation Such a crime against the nation? Should I throw her into jail Or drown the cat? Mrs. Strakosh, O' Malley and Meeker: She must shine in ev'ry detail Like a ring you're buying retail, Be a standard size that Fits a standard dress. Mrs. Strakosh: When a girl's incidentals Are no bigger than two lentils Mrs. Strakosh, O' Malley and Meeker: Then to me that doesn't spell success. Eddie: If a girl isn't pretty Like a Miss Atlantic City, She should dump the stage And try another route. Any guy who pays a quarter For a seat just feels he oughter See a figger that his wife can't Substitute. Kid, my heart ain't made of marble But your rhythm's really horr'ble And that map of yours just ain't no Valentine. Everything you got's about right, But the damn thing don't come out right So forget it, kid, And just resign. Chorus: If a girl isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, She should get a job, Go get a job-- Get any job Get a weekly pay, 'Cause if a girl isn't pretty Like a Miss Atlantic City, She's a real Miss Nobody, U.S.A. Back to main page: Funny Girl Lyrics
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