“I don’t need a lot, Only what I got, Plus a tube of greasepaint and a follow-spot!”

“Our days are tied to curtains, They rise and they fall, We’re born every night, At half-hour call.”

“You’ve had a taste of the sound that says love: Applause, applause, applause!”

“I admit it’s fun, To smear my face with paint, Causing ev’ryone, To think I’m what I ain’t.”