| I my bows |
| And my curtain calls. |
| You brought me fame and fortune, |
| and everything that goes with it. |
| I thank you all. |
| But it no bed of roses, |
| No pleasure cruise. |
| I consider it a challenge before the whole human race, |
| And I ain't gonna lose. |
| (And I need just go on and on, and on, and on) |
| . |
| Repeat Chorus |