Album: Barbara Cook at the Met with Special Guests
If they could see me now,
That little gang of mine,
I'm eating fancy chow
And drinking fancy wine
I'd like those stumble bums to see for a fact
The kind of top drawer, first rate chums I attract
All I can say is "Wow-ee!
Looka where I am
Tonight I landed, pow!
Right in a pot of jam
What a set up! Holy cow!
They'd never believe it,
If My Friends Could See Me Now!
If they could see me now,
My little dusty group,
Traipsin' 'round this million dollar chicken coop
I'd hear those thrift shop cats say:
"Brother, get her!
Draped on a bed spread made from three kinds of fur"
All I can say is, "Wow!
Wait till the riff an' raff
See just exactly how
He sign this autograph"
What a build up! Holy cow!
They'd never believe it,
If my friends could see me now!
If they could see me now
Alone with Mister V,
Who's waiting on me like he was a ma