1.Under the Boardwalk
Oh - Oh, the sun beats down
and burns the tar up on the roof.
And your shoes get so hot,
you wish your tired feet were fireproof.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
on a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.
From the park you hear
happy sounds from the carousel.
You can almost taste the hot dogs
and french fries they sell.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
on a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.
Out of the sun.
We'll be havin' some fun.
People walkin' above.
We'll be fallin' in love
under the boardwalk, boardwalk.
Oooh, la la la la la la.
Oooh, la la la la la la la la la.
Help me somebody, sing some la la's with me.
Under the night, under the stars by the raging sea.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
on a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.
Out of the sun.
We'll be havin' some fun.
People walkin', walkin'.
We'll be falling in love.
Out of the sun.
We'll be havin' some fun.
Everybody walkin', walkin', walkin'.
We'll be under the boardwalk, boardwalk.
2.Wind Beneath My Wings
It must've been cold there in my shadow
To never have sunlight on your face
You were content to let me shine,
That's your way
You always walked a step behind
So I was the one with all of the laureates
While you were the one with all of the strain
A beautiful face without a name , for so long
A beautiful smile to hide the pain
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
It might have appeared to go unnoticed
But I've got it all here in my heart
But I've got it all here in my heart
I want you to know I know the truth
Of course I know
I would be nothing without you
Did you ever know that you're my hero
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Did I ever tell you you're my hero
You're everything, everything I wish I could be
I can fly higher than a eagle
You are the wind beneath my wings
You are the wind beneath my wings
Oh, wind beneath my wings
You, you
You're the wind beneath my wings
You, the wing beneath my wings
Fly...fly...
So high against the sky
So high I almost touched the sky
Thank you, thank you
Thank God for you
The wind beneath my wings
3.I've still got my health
I'm always a flop at a top-notch affair,
but I've still got my health, so what do I care？
My best ring, alas, is a glass solitaire,
but I still got my health, so what do I care？
By fashion and foppery, I'm never discussed.
Attending the opry, my box would be a bust.
I never shall have that Park Avenue aire,
but I'm in such health, why should I care？
The hip that I shake doesn't make people stare,
but I got such health, what do I care？
The sight of my props never stops a thoroughfare,
but I still got my health, so what do I care？
Your face is your fortune, so some wise men spoke.
My face is my fortune, that's why I'm totally broke.
My ship ain't come in, but I grin while I bear,
'cause I got my vitamins：
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I still have my.
Got no diamonds, got no wealth.
I got no men, but I got my health.
4.I think it's going to rain today
Broken windows and empty hallways,
a pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles,
the frozen smiles to chase love away.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.
Lonely, lonely.
Tin can at my feet,
I think I'll kick it down the street.
That's the way to treat a friend.
Bright before me the signs implore me：
Help the needy and show them the way.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.
Lonely, so lonely.
Tin can at my feet,
I think I'll kick it down the street.
That's the way to treat a friend.
Bright before me the signs implore me：
Help the needy and show them the way.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.
5.Otto Tittsling
'This next story is a true story. It concerns to of my favorite
subjects：industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! Mmm, what a combo!
This is the story . . . The inventor of the modern foundation
garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and
opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling! This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling. What happened to Otto Titsling
shouldn't happen to a schnauzer. It's a very sad story. I feel i
have to share it with you.'
Otto Titsling, inventor and crout,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.
One night at the opera he saw an aida
who's t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire or inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had found his quest：
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!
Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!
Well, he stiched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Seraken Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed
was none other than the very worst
of the french patentees,
Phillip DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!
Later that night, while our Broom Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.
Crying, 'Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactures in Taiwan.'
'Oh, thank you!'
The result of this swindle is pointedly clear：
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere？
6.I know you by heart
Vocal：Bette Midler／David Pack
Bette：Everybody wants to find a love,
somebody, somebody who will always care.
But we get locked up in our own worlds,
with feelings and secrets we're afraid to share.
David： But all I have to do is see you smile,
or maybe, just maybe if I brush your hand;
something happens I cannot explain,
and somehow, oh somehow I can understand.
David： I, I think you're gonna find . . .
Bette： I'm gonna find you.
I'm gonna find you . . .
Bette＆David： I know you by heart.
You're so much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
David： Can't you see？
Bette＆David： It's no wonder I can love you
the way that I do.
I can finish any sentence you start.
Woah, I know you, I know you by heart.
David： I know every time you wanna call,
I pick up the phone before it can ring.
Bette： And when you need some lovin', I'll be there
beside you, anticipating everything.
David： Oh, it's like I always said . . .
Bette： You're the one I want.
And all I want is you.
David：I'm inside your head.
Bette＆David： I know you by heart.
David： You're so much a part of me.
B＆D： I know you by heart.
Bette： Can't you see？
Bette＆David：It's no wonder I can love you
the way that I do.
I can finish any sentence you start.
Hey, woah, I know you by heart.
David： I know you by heart.
Bette＆David： So much a part of me.
It's no wonder I love you
the way that I do.
I can finish any sentence you start.
I know you, I know you by heart.
I know you by heart.
So much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
So much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
So much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
Yeah, I know you by heart.
You're so much a part of me.
So much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
You're so much a part of me !
7.The Glory of love
'This is a song I've been singing for a long time. It's like an
old friend. But, you know, I think it, it's only recently that I
discovered what it's really about.'
You've got to give a little, take a little,
and let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
As long as there's the two of us,
we've got the world and all it's charms.
And when the world is through with us,
we've got each other's arms.
You've got to win a little, lose a little,
yes, and always have the blues a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
8.Baby Mine
Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine.
Little one, when you play,
pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew all about you,
they'd end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you,
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.
From your hair down to your toes,
you're not much, goodness knows.
But, you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be, baby of mine.
9.Oh Industry
I am the captain and this is my shrine.
Lord of the manor. See what I leave behind.
River in flames, cities on fire.
Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire.
Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine.
She is my wife. Her mechanical heart
constantly serving 'til death do us part.
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me？
Soon the cruel rains will start.
Is it true we must part company？
Oh industry, whatever will become of me？
What have I ever done？
Where did I go wrong？
Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I,
leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky.
A labor of love is the truest of all.
But will I be forsaken after the fall？
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me？
Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me？
Of me？
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope
10.The Friendsship Theme
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