Funny Girl movie - Who Taught Her Everything? lyrics
rate me<br>
Months later, Fanny has had a telegram from Florenz Ziegfeld; Eddie suspects<br>
it's a job offer. Eddie and Mrs. Brice fantasize as they help Fanny get <br>
ready for this interview:<br>
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Mrs. Brice:<br>
Eddie, the Ziegfeld Follies!<br>
Now she belongs to the ages!<br>
My work is done,<br>
My work is done,<br>
Eddie:<br>
Our work is done,<br>
She doesn't need us,<br>
She'll have cake,<br>
We'll have crumbs.<br>
Be careful of the stage door,<br>
Here she comes, here she comes.<br>
Hello,<br>
Fanny, hello.<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
Hello, Fanny--it's me--Mama.<br>
What do you mean--Mama who?<br>
Eddie:<br>
It's good to see her . . . from afar,<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
I lost a daughter but I gained a star.<br>
Eddie:<br>
That's Broadway!<br>
And<br>
Who taught her ev'rything she knows?<br>
I taught her ev'rything she knows--<br>
She sings like a bird--<br>
(Whistles)<br>
Yes, indeed!<br>
But who used to stand there<br>
And feed her the seed?<br>
Who taught her how to pick her clothes?<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
Eddie, that I did.<br>
Eddie:<br>
Yeah, but who taught her her how to tap her toes?<br>
But will she admit it?<br>
Kid, you said it.<br>
They all forget they know ya<br>
When it comes to credit.<br>
Tell me have you ever seen her take this pose?<br>
I taught her ev'rything--<br>
How to hoof,<br>
And how to sing,<br>
I taught her ev'rything she knows.<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
Wait, Eddie--she'll blame us yet.<br>
Who taught her ev'rything she knows?<br>
Eddie:<br>
Let me hear it, Rosie.<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
I taught her ev'rything she knows.<br>
Eddie:<br>
Ain't it the truth!<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
That mischievous smile,<br>
The devil may care,<br>
You don't pull<br>
Such mannerisms<br>
Out of the air.<br>
The men who are older might prefer<br>
The original manufactur-er.<br>
Both:<br>
It hurts me to say it,<br>
But why not be fair--<br>
When you see her on the stage<br>
You're seein' me there.<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
She still has trouble executin' one of those,<br>
Eddie:<br>
If they could have paid the price,<br>
They'd have hired Rosie Brice,<br>
Mrs. Brice:<br>
Who stands after every show<br>
Sellin' matches in the snow.<br>
Eddie:<br>
But in the world of grease paint,<br>
That's the way it goes.<br>
Both:<br>
We taught her everything--<br>
How to hoof and how to sing,<br>
We taught her how to wack<br>
A joke from here to Hackensack--ya, ha, ha, ha!<br>
We taught her everything,<br>
We taught her ev'rything she knows.<br>
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