BORN IN A TRUNK
(Lyrics & Music : Leonard Gershe)
Thank you, thank you very much
I can't express it any other way
For with this awful trembling in my heart
I just can't find another thing to say
I'm happy that you liked the show
I'm grateful you liked me
And I'm sure to you the tribute seemed quite right.
But if you knew of all the years
Of hopes and dreams and tears
You'd know it didn't happen overnight
I was born in a trunk
In the Princess Theatre in Pocatella, Idaho
It was during the matinee on Friday
And they used a makeup towel for my didee
When I first saw the light
It was pink and amber
Coming from the footlights on the stage
When my dad carried me out there to say hello
They told me that I stopped the show.
So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms
And hotel rooms and waiting rooms
And rooms behind-the-scenes.
And I can't forget the endless rows
Of sleepless nights and eatless nights
And nights without a nickel in my jeans.
But it's all in the game and the way you play it
And you've got to play the game you know.
When you're born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre
in Pocatello, Idaho.
At first I just stood and watched from the wings
That's all my mom and dad would allow.
But as I got older, I got a little bolder
And snuck out for their second bow.
They kept me in the act because they needed me
To milk applause
Until one night, they did a crazy thing
They left me out there all alone
Mama said 'you're on your own!'
And Papa shouted 'this is it kid, sing!'