Original subtitles

Ladies and gentlemen: Liza Minnelli.

Yes...

Say yes!

Life keeps happenin' every day.

Say yes!

When opportunity comes your way,

you can't start wonderin' what to say.

You'll never win if you never play.

Say yes!

There's mink and Marigold right outside,

and warm white Cadillacs you can ride.

Nothin's gained if there's nothin' tried.

Say yes.

Don't say why...

...say why not.

What lies beyond what is, is not...

So what,

say yes...

Yes I can, yes I will...

Yes I'll tinker, said yes I'll touch...

Yes of course, yes how nice...

Yes I'll happily, thank you very much.

Yes, oh-oh, Yes...

Yes.

There's lots of chaff, there's lots of wheat.

Yes.

You might get mugged as you walk the streets,

but on the other hand you might reach...

That handsome stranger you've longed to meet.

Say yes...

Yes I'll look, yes I'll walk.

Yes I'd love to do such and such.

Yes I'll try, yes I'll dare.

Ye-es I-I'll fly, ye-es I- I'll share.

And yes I am, and yes I'll be.

And yes I'll go...

Oh!...

Yes!...

Yes!

Them that's got shall get.

Them that's not shall lose.

So the Bible says, and it still is new-ews.

Mama may have and papa may have.

But God bless the child that's got his own.

And the strong get more...

...while the weak ones fade.

Empty pockets don't ever make the gra-ade.

Mama may have and papa may have...

But God bless the child that's got his own...

That's got his own.

And when you got money,

You got a lots of friends,

All hangin' 'round your door,

But when the money's gone,

And all your spendin' ends,

They won't hang around any more.

Rich relations may give you,

A crust of bread and such,

Sayin' help, go on help help yourself,

But don't take too much,

Mama may have and papa may have.

But God bless the child that's got his own.

That's got his own...

That's got his ow... own

Mama may have and papa may ha-ave.

But God bless the child who can stand up and say...

He's got his...

ow-ow-ow-own...

Thank you very much...

...you're really terrific.

And seeing how you are, can I tell ya something,

I have a problem...

No wait, it's not a big problem, but it is a problem It's my name,

you know I find that still, a lot of people call me Lisa...

Wrong!

My name is Liza...

Liza, has a 'Z' in it.

Well, for instance, somebody'll come up to me...

...on the street and say Hello Lisa, how are you,

I'll say, I'm fine thank you but it's Liza.

Or somebody'll say, Lisa what a nice hat you have on

I'll say, thank you very much but my name is Liza...

...and that's my hair

So you can see what I mean...

Anyway, I've been trying to figure out...

...a final solution to this whole thing,

And I think I've come up with the answer... Jack!

Now, listen..

It's Liza with "Z" not Lisa with an "S"

'Cause Lisa with an "S" goes SS no "ZZ"

It's "Z" instead of "S",

'Lie' instead of 'Lee',

It's simple as can be, see, Liza

I'll do it again

It's Liza with "Z" not Lisa with an "S",

'Cause Lisa with an "S" goes SS no "ZZ",

It's "Z" instead of "S", "Lie" instead of "Lee",

It's simple as can be, see, Liza

Now, if my name were Ada, I'd be Ada,

even backwards I'd be Ada

Or if my name were Ruth, then I'd be Ruth

because with Ruth what can you do

Or Sally, or Margaret or Ginger or Faye

But when you're a Liza you always have to say

Nn, It's Liza with "Z" not Lisa with an "S",

'Cause Lisa with an "S" goes SS no "ZZ",

It's "Z" instead of "S", "Lie" instead of "Lee",

It's simple as can be, see, Liza

Ah, And that is only half of it

There's another way fate treats me cruelly

How often I remember someone saying,

"There she goes, Lisa Minooli!"

Or Minoli, or Miniola, or Minili, or Minelie

So is it a wonder, I very often cry?

It's M-I-Double N, then-E-Double L-I,

You double up the N, thats nn, not ll

Then E, double the L, end it with an I,

That's the way you say Minnelli...

Liza Minnelli!

It's Italian,

Blame it on papa,

What can I do?

Every Sandra who's a Sondra,

Every Mary who's really Marie

Every Joan who is a Joanne

Has got to agree with me

When I've announced

I don't mind being pommelled or trampled or trounced

But it does drive you bats To be miss,

Miss pronounced...

It's Liza with "Z" not Lisa with an "S",

'Cause Lisa with an "S" goes SS no "Z",

It's 'Z' instead of "S", "Lie" instead of "Lee",

It's simple as can be, see, Liza

Then M-I-Double N, then-E-Double L-I,

You double up the N, thats "nn," not "ll,"

Then E, double the L, end it with an I,

That's the way you say... Minnelli...

Liza Minnelli!

It's easy!

It's easy! See, it's Leezy!

No!

Liza...!

I now pronounce you for the rest of your life...

I now pronounce you...

...man and wife.

It was a good time, it was the best time,

It was a party, just to be near you,

It was a good time, it was the best time,

And we believed that it would last forever,

We would stay together and share the laughter,

With never ever a morning after,

It was a good time, it was the best time,

It seemed a short time, but such a good time.

Since you're gone and won't be mine again,

There are many stars that will not shine again,

Except some time deep in my reverie,

You return and then I remember when...

It was a good time, it was the best time,

It was a party, just to be near you,

It was a good time, it was the best time,

And we believed that it would last forever.

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,

...early in the morning.

Mama wakes up and she's alone,

She's alone, she's alone,

Mama wakes up and she's alone,

...early in the morning.

Falling down...

Lon... My fair lady.

Yes she looks a lot like him,

...yes she does, but, yes.

My fair lady.

Baby, baby Bunting, daddy's gone a hunting,

Daddy's gone!

...Dor-mei-vous, dor-mei-vous,

Mama will stay near you,

mama will be near you,

Not your dad, that's too bad!

Good time... a party...

Good time...

And I believed...

Since you've gone and won't be mine again,

There are many stars that will not shine again,

Except some times deep in my reverie,

You return and then I remember when...

It - was - a - good - time,

it was the best time,

It was a party, just to be near you,

It was a good time, it was the best time,

It seemed a short time, but such a good time,

A good...

...ti-i-me.

I gotcha, ah-ha-ha!

You thought I didn't see ya, now, didn't ya?

ah-ha-ha! You tried to sneak by me now Didn't ya,

ah-ha-ha! Now give me what you promised to me. Give it to me, come on.

You promised me the day That you quit your girlfriend,

That I'd be the next one to move on i-in,

You promised me It would be just us two,

And I'd be the only one Kissin' on you-ou.

Now kiss me,

Hold it a long time, hold it.

Oh, don't turn me loose now, hold it,

A little bit longer. Now hold it,

Come on hold it. Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Don't be greedy now, get back.

You made me a promise and you're gonna stick to it.

You should'na promised if you wasn't gonna do it.

You saw me and ran in another direction.

I'll teach you to play with my affection.

Now give it here.

You never shoulda promised to me. Give it here.

Don't hold back now, give it here.

Don't say nothin' just give it here, come on.

Give it, give it, give it, give it.

Come on, give it to me. Wow!

Sweet talkin' Jimmy Ray-ay was the so-o-on...

...of a preacher man-an,

Yes he was now-ow.

That ma-a-an...

...that Jimmy Ray-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay...

...was a preacher man's son...

...yes he was, now-ow-how.

Jimmy Ray was a preacher's son...

And when his daddy would visit he'd come along.

When they gathered 'round the parlour talkin'...

...cousin Jimmy would take me walkin',

Through the back woods we'd go walkin',

Then he'd look into my eye-eyes,

Lord knows, to my surprise.

The only one who could ever reach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yeah.

The only boy who could ever teach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yes he was...

...was, he was... was... ooh-ooooh,

Yes he was!

Bein' good isn't always easy,

No matter how hard I try,

When he started his sweet-talkin' to me,

He'd come'n tell me everything is all right,

Kiss and tell me Everything is all right,

Can you get away again tonight?

The only one who could ever reach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yeah.

The only boy who could ever teach me,

He was the son of a preacher man, yes he was.

...was, he was... was... ooh-ooooh,

Yes he was!

How well I remember,

The look that was in his eyes,

Stealin' kisses from me on the sly-y,

Takin' time to make time,

Tellin' me that he's all mine,

Learnin' from each other's knowin',

And watchin' to see how much we've grown.

The only boy who could ever reach her,

Was the son of a preacher man, yeah,

He was the sweet talkin' son of a preacher man, yes he was...

...yeah, he was... yeah... oooh-oh-oh-oh.

The only one who could ever reach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yeah,

The only boy who could ever teach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yes he was...

...was, he was... was... ooh-ooooh,

The only one who could ever reach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yeah,

The only boy who could ever teach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yes he was...

...was, he was... was... ooh-ooooh,

The only one who could ever reach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yeah,

The only boy who could ever teach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yes he was...

...was, he was... was... ooh-ooooh,

The only one who could ever reach me,

Was the son of a preacher man, yeah,

About a year ago...

I heard this... truly terrific, absolutely true story...

And it just so happens that I told a couple of friends of mine...

this truly terrific, absolutely true story.

And it just so happens that these friends of mine are song writers...

And guess what happened...

...right, truly terrific, absolutely true... song.

Gather around, I've got a story to tell,

About a Manhattan lady that I know very well,

She lives at five Riverside,

Her name is Shirley Devore,

And she travelled 'round the world,

To meet the guy next door.

Well there was trouble inside apartment 29 E,

'Cause Shirley's mother and dad were as upset as can be,

They said we hate to complain dear and we don't like to grouse,

But your nearly 32, you should get out of the house,

You gotta ring them bells,

You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells,

It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling,

You gotta ring - them - bells.

Well Shirley was 31,

Which she was loathe to admit,

And she had never been loved, which didn't thrill her a bit,

And so she sat and she thought,

She thought for hours on end,

And said I'll go to Chase, Manhattan, where I got me a friend,

And so she borrowed a thou' and called TWA,

And told her mother and dad that she was up and away,

I'm gonna travel the continent, a month, maybe two,

And haul me home a hus' if it's the last thing I do,

You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells,

You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells,

It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling,

You gotta ring - them - bells.

She met a Londoner first,

But they did not hit it off,

'Cause every time she approached he got a bronchial cough,

And so she went to Madrid and met a handsome Senior,

But he liked to throw the bull and he was no matador.

She also bombed out in Brussells, in Mallorca and Rome,

Til' someone said: "try Dubrovnik dear before you go home...

...'cause it's the kind of a town where you'll be likely to fall,

And all the toni Cognoscenti find the Balkans a ball.

You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells,

You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells,

It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling,

You gotta ring - them - bells.

And so she went to Dubruvnik and the very first day,

She met a guy on the beach who took her reason away,

Yes, it was love at first sight and quite a beautiful scene,

She said: "my name is Shirl Devore", he said: "I'm Norm Saperstein"

She said: Are you from New York? He said: "that can't be denied...

...I've got a swell junior three at number five Riverside"

"Five?... five Riverside Drive in New York"

...that's-that's where I live"

..."Five? Are you sure?"

As if that wasn't enough,

For Shirley thought she'd gone deaf,

When he told her his apartment there was 29 F,

Yes, she was 'E', he was 'F', and they had not even met,

Until she travelled the world to Yugoslavia yet,

He'd always been right next door...

...and she would never have known,

If she hadn't tried Dubrovnik, she might still be alone.

Well - there's - a - moral to...

...learn from little Shirley Devore,

Who had to borrow a thou' to find a lover next door,

You girls who live in apartments,

Don't just stare at the wall,

Open up the door and hurry out in the hall.

And...

Oh Ring them bells,

come on, come on, ring them bells

Make 'em sing, you'd better ring them bells,

It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling,

You gotta swing them, ring them,

Swing them,

ring-them - be-ells...

Pack up all my care and woe...

Here I go swingin' low...

Bye, bye, black-bird.

Where somebody waits for me...

Sugar's sweet, so is she...

- Bye, bye, - Blackbird.

No one here can...

...love or understand me,

Oh, what hard luck...

...stories they all hand me.

Make my bed and light the light,

I'll be home late tonight,

- Blackbird, bye, - bye.

Pack up all my care and woe,

Here I go swingin' low,

- Bye, bye. - Bye, bye, blackbird.

Where somebody waits for me,

Sugar's sweet, so is he,

- Bye, bye. - Bye, bye, blackbird.

No one here can love or understa-a-and me,

Oh, what hard luck stories they all ha-a-and me,

Make my bed and light the light,

I'll be home late tonight,

Blackbird.

Make my bed and light the light,

I'll be home late tonight,

Leave your perch and take the sky,

- Too-da-loo, bye, bye. - Farewell.

Blackbir-r-rd,

...go take a fly, oh little blackbird, bye.

Make my bed and light the light,

I'll be home late tonight,

Blackbir-rr-rd...

...bye, bye.

You know... one of the hardest thing to do...

...when you're doing something like this,

...is to find a new love song to sing,

...because almost always about one of three different things.

Right, they're either the, ah, the guy meets the girl,

...or the guy loses the girl,

...or the guy gets the girl.

Well, I found this song and it isn't about any of those three things.

This song is about two people...

...who have already known each other...

...for quite a while.

So we're alone again tonight...

I read a book, you watch the fight,

A stifled yawn, a can of beer,

What an enthralling atmosphere...

And yet the sight of us this way,

Helps me to say what I must say...

...it helps me to think a thought or two,

...to pass it right along to you,

And just for starters you should know I think...

You've let yourself go.

Down through the years each sage repeats,

"Grass never grows on busy streets",

Which might explain that balding spot, were you a thinker, which you're not,

And where's that slender youth I knew,

I fear he's grown an inch or two,

Not up and down my joy and pride,

But more precisely side to side.

When at a party, now and then,

You tell the same old jokes again,

Or wear a lampshade for a hat,

Who could be wittier than that,

With one too many you just might,

Pick some unnecessary fight,

Though in the morning with the sun,

You can't remember what you've done,

If there's regret, it doesn't show, you know...

You've let yourself go.

You never care the way you dress,

You stay unshaven, you look a mess,

The smallest thing is too much to do,

I even hold the door for you,

And every rose upon the shelf,

Is one that I've supplied myself,

It's not the same, I'm well aware,

Yet I need to see them there.

I don't know why I say it now,

Why I don't hold my tongue somehow,

But I've this need to tell it all,

No matter where the chips may fall,

For as I sit and reminisce,

There are so many things I miss,

The reassurance of your touch,

The gentle smile that said so much,

You were my tender, thoughtful beau,

I couldn't hate you if I tried,

And I still want you by my side,

We'll lay things on the line,

Perhaps the fault is really mine,

And if it is, please tell me so,

A seed replanted... still can grow,

Maybe that's all we need to know,

Come close to me and...

Let yourself...

...go-o-o!

Everything seems lovely,

When you start to roam,

But here's what you'll be sayin'...

When you are far from home:

Ma-a-ammy...

Ma-a-ammy...

The sun shi-ines east,

The sun shines west,

I know where the sun shines best.

Oh my Mammy,

my Ma-a-ammy,

My heart strings a tangle around,

Alaba-a-ammy.

I'm comin'...

Sorry that I made you wait,

I - I'm-ma-ma-comin'...

I hope and pray I'm not too late.

Oh my Ma-a-mmy

My little Ma-a-ammy...

I'd walk a million miles,

For one of those smiles,

From Mammy...

Ma-a-ammy, yeah-eah, Ma-a-ammy,

Woh-woh, the sun shines east,

The sun shines west,

But I know where the sun shines best.

Oh! my Mammy...

My Ma-a-ammy...

my Ma-a-ammy,

I'd walk a million miles...

For one of those smiles...

From my...

...Ma-a-a-a-a... a-ammy!

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome...

Fremde, etranger, stranger...

Gluklich zu sehen, je suis enchante,

Happy to see you,

Bleibe, reste, stay, wir sagen,

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome...

In Cabaret, au Cabaret...

To Cabaret.

How the world can change,

It can change like that,

Due to one little word,

"Married".

See a palace rise,

from a two room flat,

Due to one little word,

Married.

Und das grau in grau,

Wird auf einmal blau,

Wie noch kein blau jemals war,

For you wake one day,

Look around and say,

Somebody wonderful...

...married me

Money-money-money, money-money-money,

Money makes the world go around,

The world go around, the world go around.

Money makes the... go around of that we're really sure... thrrr...

...on being poor.

Money-money-money, money-money-money,

When you haven't any coal in the stove and you freeze in the winter,

And you curse to the wind at your fate,

When you haven't any shoes on your feet, your coat's thin as paper,

And you look thirty pounds underweight,

When you go to get a word of advice from the fat little pastor,

He will tell you to love evermore,

But when hunger comes a rap, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat...

...at the window, see our love flies out the door.

Money makes the world go around,

The world go around, the world...

Money makes the world go around,

The clinking clanking sound of...

Money-money, money-money, money-money, money-money,

Get a little, get a little, money-money, money-money,

A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound,

A clinking clanking clonking sound is all that makes the world go around.

It makes the world go around!... Thrrr...

Maybe this time, I'll be lucky,

Maybe this time, he'll stay,

Maybe this time,

For the first time,

Love won't hurry away.

He will hold me fast,

I'll be home at last,

Not a loser anymore,

Like the last time..

And the time before.

Everybody loves a winner,

So nobody loved me;

"Lady Peaceful", "Lady Happy",

That's what I long to be,

With all the odds...

...are in my favor,

Something's bound to begin,

It's got to happen, happen sometime,

Maybe this time I'll win.

'Cause everybody...

...Oh! they love a winner,

So nobody loved me;

"Lady Peaceful", "Lady Happy",

That's what I long to be,

With all the odds...

...are in my favor,

Something's bound to begin,

It's got to happen, happen sometime,

Maybe this time...

Maybe this time...

I'll win!

What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come hear the music play.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting,

The book and the broom.

It's time for a holiday.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

So come to the Cabaret.

Come taste the wine,

Come hear the band.

Come blow a horn, start celebrating;

Right this way, your table's waiting.

What good permitting some prophet of doom,

To wipe every smile away.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie,

With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea

She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower...

As a matter of fact she rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors came to snicker:

"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor"

But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,

She was the happiest... corpse... I'd ever seen.

I think of Elsie to this very day.

I remember how she'd turn to me and say:

"What good is sitting all alone in you room?

Come hear the music play.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

Come to the Cabaret.

And as for me, ah!

And as for me...

I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,

When I go-o-o-o...

I'm going like Elsie.

Start by admitting...

...from cradle to tomb...

...it isn't that a long a stay.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

It's only a Cabaret, old chum...

And I love...

...a Ca - ba - ret!

Subtitles by dogbillie.