Looking for Mabel Normand

Big Time

Music and Lyric by

Jerry Herman

Slowly and Freely

This time it’s the big time; in a short time we can be the cherry on the top of the sundae, the shiny star on top of the tree.  So you’d better grab it with your both hands when that great moment arrives,

‘Cause this time – it’s the big time, it’s the big time of our lives.  This time it’s the extra, it’s the special, it’s the plus.

This time we won’t say, “Those lucky bastards.” This time those lucky bastards are us.  Ain’t we something.?  Farewell to the small time, to the fleabags and the dives.

‘Cause this time – it’s the big time, it’s the big time of our lives.  This time it’s the extra, it’s the special, it’s the plus.

I’m gonna buy myself a Pierce Arrow, and wave to all my fans in the streets. I’m gonna have a mansion like Pickford’s; I’m gonna sleep on black satin sheets.  And we’ll raise more hell make more hay then decent fellas should, because the gang from King’s Highway is goin’ Hollywood! 

‘Cause this time – it’s the big time and it’s high time we were seen by every dapper dude in Dakota, On ev’ry scroungy neighborhood screen.  So you’d better grab it with your both hands when that great moment arrives,

Cause this time it’s the big time it’s the big time of our lives.

‘This time it’s the extra, it’s the special, it’s the plus.

This time we won’t say, “Those lucky bastards.” This time those lucky bastards are us.  Ain’t we something.? 

In each hundred million there’s a handful that survives, and this time we’re that handful, so it’s bye-bye to those one-nights, this time it’s the klieg lights; it’s the big, big, big, time of our lives.