Opening Doors

How's it going?
 Good! You?
 Fair (yeah)
 Tell me
 Chinese Laundry
 Hi
 Mary (say hello)
 I think I got a job
 Where?
 True Romances
 Posing?
 Thank you, writing captions
 What about the book?
 What about the book?
 Nothing, are you working on the book?
 Yes (good), no (Mary!)
 Right I know, yes, me and Balzac
 I finished the one-act
 I got an audition
 I started the story
 Rehearsal pianist
 So where are we eating?
 I'm moving to Playboy
 The publisher called me
 I'm doing a rewrite
 My parents are coming
 I saw "My Fair Lady"
 I rewrote the rewrite
 I sort of enjoyed it
 I threw out the story
 I'm meeting an agent
 We'll all get together on Sunday
 We're opening doors singing "here we are"
 We're filling up days on a dime
 That faraway shore's looking not too far
 We're following every star, there's not enough time
 I called the producer
 I sent off the one-act
 I started the story
 He said to come see him
 I dropped out of college
 I met this musician
 I'm playing a nightclub
 They're doing my one-act
 I'm working for Redbook
 I rewrote the ballad
 I finished the story
 We started rehearsals
 I threw out the story and then the musician
 I'm moving to Popular Science
 We're opening doors, singing "look who's here"
 Beginning to sail on a dime
 That faraway shore's getting very near
 We haven't a thing to fear, we haven't got time
 How's it coming?
 Good! You?
 Done! (One minute)
 Hamburg Heaven
 Hi!
 Mary (say hello)
 I got another job
 Where?
 Chic
 What's that?
 A brand new concept, pop-up pictures
 What about the book?
 What about the book?
 Did you give the publisher the book?
 Yes (good) no (Mary!)
 Look I-
 Finished!
 Let me call you back (right)
 This is just a draft (right)
 Probably it stinks (right)
 Haven't had the time to do a polish (will you sing?)
 Right
 Who wants to live in New York?
 Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
 Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
 Suddenly I do
 They're always popping their cork (i'll fix that line)
 The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks
 You gotta have a real taste for maniacs
 Suddenly I do!
 That's great, that's swell
 The other stuff as well
 It isn't every day I hear a score this strong
 But fellas, if I may, there's only one thing wrong
 There's not a tune you can hum
 There's not a tune you go bum, bum, bum de dum
 You need a tune to go bum, bum, bum de dum
 Give me a melody
 Why can't you throw 'em a crumb?
 What's wrong with letting them tap their toes a bit?
 I'll let you know when Stravinsky has a hit
 Give me some melody
 Oh sure, I know, it's not that kind of show
 But can't you have a score that's sort of in between?
 Look, play a little more, I'll show you what I mean
 Who wants to live in New York?
 I always hated the dirt, the heat, the noise
 But ever since I met you I-
 Listen boys, maybe it's me!
 But that's just not a hummable melody
 Write more, work hard, leave your name with the girl
 Less avant-garde, leave your name with the girl
 Just write a plain old melody, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee
 Dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee
 They're stopping rehearsals, they ran out of money
 We lasted one issue, my book was rejected
 The nightclub was raided, I have to start coaching
 My parents are coming
 I screwed up the laundry
 My wallet was stolen
 I saw the musician
 We're being evicted
 I'm having a breakdown
 We'll all get together on Sunday
 They're slamming the doors, singing "go away"
 It's less of a sale, than a climb
 That faraway shore's farther every day
 We're learning to ricochet
 We still have a lot to say
 You know what we'll do? (what?)
 We'll do a revue (what? what?)
 We'll do a revue of our own
 What? Where? Why? When?
 Not just songs, but stories, scenes
 Piano pieces, mine, yeah!
 Frankly Frank!
 A showcase of our own
 Where?
 The club's reopening
 We'll write a lot of new stuff
 Rewrite old stuff
 What about the girl?
 What about the girl?
 Only that we're gonna need a girl
 Or a Mary
 Thanks, I don't perform except at dinner
 Who wants to live in New York?
 Who the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
 Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
 Thank you, but we're looking for someone with more experience
 They're always popping their cork (up a tone)
 The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks (up a tone)
 You gotta have a real taste for maniacs
 Thank you, you're hired
 I'm Beth
 I'm Frank
 I really thought I stank
 I'm Mary
 Charlie
 By the way, I'm told we open Saturday
 What? You're not serious
 Nobody's ready
 Apparently somebody canceled a booking
 The songs aren't finished
 And what about costumes?
 And how do I learn all these numbers?
 I'll bring you the copies of everything later this evening
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 We'll worry about it on Sunday
 We're opening doors, singing "here we are"
 We're filling up days on a dime
 That faraway shore's looking not too far
 We're following every star, there's not enough time
 We're banging on doors, shouting "here again"
 We're risking it all on a dime
 That faraway shore's looking near again
 The only thing left is when
 We know we should count to ten
 We haven't got time
 We haven't got time