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Months later, has had a telegram from Florenz Ziegfeld; Eddie suspects
it's a job offer. Eddie and Mrs. Brice fantasize as they help get
for this interview:

Mrs.
Eddie, the Follies!
Now she to the ages!
My is done,
My is done,

Our is done,
She doesn't us,
She'll cake,
We'll crumbs.
Be of the stage door,
she comes, here she comes.
Hello,
Fanny, hello.
Mrs.
Hello, me--Mama.
What do you who?

It's good to see her . . . afar,
Mrs.
I lost a but I gained a star.

Broadway!
And
Who her ev'rything she knows?
I her ev'rything she knows--
She sings like a
(Whistles)
Yes, indeed!
But who to stand there
And her the seed?
Who taught her how to pick her
Mrs.
Eddie, I did.

Yeah, but who taught her her how to tap her
But she admit it?
Kid, you it.
They all forget know ya
When it to credit.
Tell me have you ever her take this pose?
I taught her
How to hoof,
And how to sing,
I her ev'rything she knows.
Mrs.
Wait, blame us yet.
Who taught her she knows?

Let me it, Rosie.
Mrs.
I her ev'rything she knows.

it the truth!
Mrs.
That smile,
The may care,
You pull
Such
Out of the air.
The men who are older might
The manufactur-er.

It me to say it,
But why not be
When you see her on the
seein' me there.
Mrs.
She has trouble executin' one of those,

If they could paid the price,
They'd have Rosie Brice,
Mrs.
Who stands every show
matches in the snow.

But in the of grease paint,
the way it goes.

We her everything--
How to and how to sing,
We her how to wack
A joke from to Hackensack--ya, ha, ha, ha!
We her everything,
We taught her she knows.