Parody or preliminary version of "Happy Little Country Girl".]



[1st verse:]

There she goes - flashy clothes

Dressed up like a circus from her head to her toes

See those rings - flashy things

You would surely swear her father was a millionaire

But that's not so - 'cause I know

She's just one of many in a musical show

She's the little girl in blue

The one who made an awful hit with you



[chorus:]

Happy, happy, happy little chorus girl

Polish up your imitation pearl

Go to sleep and dream about a duke or earl

Who may marry you someday

Powder up for Harry, Johnny, Jack and Bob

Make up pretty for your front row mob

Lose your figure and you lose your job

Happy little chorus girl



[2nd verse:]

Manager - dresses her

But it's all subtracted from her seventeen per

After he - gets his fee

Half her salary she sends home to her mother

And an empty purse makes it worse

When for seven weary weeks she has to rehearse

After much rehearsing nights

She's fired 'cause she doesn't fit her tights