Willamania (Reprise) / Without You

I'm proud of you, son
 Well, aren't you gonna thank me?
 For what, Pa?
 For your success
 My success?
 Hell, yes
 It proves that there's a lot more of me in you
 Than both of us ever suspected!
 Your wit and wisdom let us see
 All the foibles of the century
 What a man
 A hell of a man is my Will
 Just multiple me by the millions
 Gee, Pop, just one of you will do
 Your public numbers in the billions
 Like you've been sayin', Pop
 I owe it all to you
 Willamania! He's welcome at the White House
 Will sure gets around
 He talks up everywhere and tells us what's what
 A movie star, Ziegfeld star, hotter than hot
 Let's go flying, Will!
 You talkin' about Alaska, Wiley?
 Say your goodbyes, Will
 I'll be waitin' for you at the field
 Will, do you have to go?
 I guess so
 Why?
 Because I went
 Will Rogers, if anything happens to you
 If you get yourself killed -
 What'll you do, Blake?
 I'll never speak to you again
 Without you
 I'm a nameless face
 Without you
 I'm the lowest rung
 Without you
 Lost in no man's land
 Without you
 I'm a song unsung
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 I'll be lost without you