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Verse:
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Chorus
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Bridge
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G
Because we are respected
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We're not remembered
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We are the ghosts of Vaudeville
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Unremembered
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We are the fathers of the halls
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Yeah but we'll never be famous
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We aren't mere artists, we are something more:
We are entertainers
Post Bridge
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Lyrics
My name is Balthazar Impresario
It's written at the bottom of the page
I have artist's hands, though I'm a working man
But my craft has been forgotten by the age
So tonight will be my last night on the stage
This is my family's trade, my father built this place
In the timing of the twentieth century
I have been working here, for some fifty years
But the young'uns they stayed glued to TV screens
And the old girl is dying on her feet
Once more to the boards
One more curtain call
Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more
Always make them laugh
Try to make them cry
Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life
My friends from theatre school all said I was a fool
For leaving Shakespeare for the music hall
And now our son's left home, he set out on his own
The critics think we're quite the set to fall
But they've only seen the show from the stall
Once more to the boards
One more curtain call
Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more
Always make them laugh
Try to make them cry
Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life
And all the things we've seen, behind these tattered seams
And all the smiling faces with the lamplight in their eyes
And each imperfect turn flickers once and burns
Only takes a moment but for me they'll never die
Because we are respected
We're not remembered
We are the ghosts of Vaudeville
Unremembered
We are the fathers of the halls
Yeah but we'll never be famous
We aren't mere artists, we are something more:
We are entertainers
I smooth my thinning hair in a gilded mirror
To try and hide the tell-signs of my age
My name is Balthazar Impresario
And tonight will be my last night on the stage.
