Barry Manilow at the BBC

God, that's a lot of people!

They're still coming in, too.

Barry Manilow arrived in London tonight.

Not everyone is all that keen on Barry Manilow.

They hate me.

Floyd will be coming back

in just a little while.

In the meantime,

here's a very, very beautiful song

written by David Pomeranz

and presented here by Barry Manilow.

# Doctor my woman is comin' back home late today

# Could you maybe give me something?

# Cos the feelin' is gone

# And I must get it back right away

# Before she sees that I've been

# Up, down Tryin' to get the feelin' again

# All around, tryin' to get the feelin' again

# The one that made me shiver

# Made my knees start to quiver

# Every time she walked in

# And I've looked high, low

# Everywhere I possibly can

# But there's no tryin' to get the feelin' again

# It seemed to disappear as fast as it came

# Where did it run to?

# I thought I'd done all that I could

# Just to keep the love light burnin'

# But whatever I've done I guess

# I just haven't done it too good

# Cos all that's left is yearnin'

# I've been up, down,

# Tryin' to get the feelin' again

# All around

# Tryin' to get the feelin' again

# The one that made me shiver

# Made my knees start to quiver

# Every time she walked in

# And I've looked high and low

# And everywhere I possibly can

# But there's no tryin' to get the feelin' again

# It seemed to disappear as fast as it came

# And I've been lookin', I've been lookin', I've been up

# I've been down and tryin' to get the feelin'

# I've been up, I've been down, I've been tryin' to get

# I've been tryin', I've been tryin'

# I've been tryin' to get the feelin'

# I've been tryin' to get the feelin' again

# I want to get that feelin'

# To get that feelin'

# I've got to get that feelin'

# I've got to get that feelin' again

# Tryin' to get

# Trying to get, get, get Tryin' to get the feelin'

# I've been tryin' to get the feelin' again. #

How soon did music come into your life?

I always... It came very easy to me.

The music always came very easy to me.

Thank goodness, my mother

and my grandparents and my entire family, as a matter of fact,

always encouraged the musicality in me.

They threw an accordion in my hands when I was really young

and they gave me lessons.

They did what they could.

# You know I can't smile without you

# I can't smile without you

# I can't laugh and I can't sing

# I'm finding it hard to do anything

# You see, I feel sad when you're sad

# I feel glad when you're glad

# If you only knew what I'm going through

# I just can't smile without you

# You came along just like a song

# And brightened my day

# Who would have believed

# That you were part of a dream

# Now it all seems light years away

# And now you know I can't smile

# Without you

# I can't smile without you

# I can't laugh and I can't sing

# I'm finding it hard to do anything

# You see, I feel sad when you're sad

# I feel glad when you're glad

# If you only knew what I'm going through

# I just can't smile

# Now some people say happiness

# Takes so very long to find

# Well, I'm finding it hard

# Leaving your love behind me

# And you see I can't smile without you

# I can't smile without you

# I can't laugh and I can't sing

# I'm finding it hard to do anything

# You see, I feel sad when you're sad

# I feel glad when you're glad

# If you only knew what I'm going through

# I just can't smile

# Without you. #

This is the first concert tour here.

What took you so long to get here?

Nobody asked.

No, actually, two people asked.

My record company and,

no, actually, there were a few people that asked,

but I didn't think that there were enough people

to merit me coming over here, honestly.

You mean, who live here?

I didn't think anybody knew what I did.

-Well, your records sell here, sell millions.

-Not really. Not here.

Not anywhere other than in the United States.

Not too much, at least.

And I was the most surprised of anybody

when we put these tickets on sale for the London Palladium.

I mean, my heart, you know.

But, I mean, we put these tickets on sale for two nights,

and I said, "You're all crazy.

"No-one's going to come."

And these two nights went like that.

And I said, "My family must have moved over here."

And then we put the rest of the nights on sale and sold out, too.

I have no idea what to expect, but I'm really excited about it.

It must be slightly frightening to play in places like the Palladium,

which has such a reputation as one of the major centres in the world.

It transcends frightening. Terrifying is what it is.

Sheer abject terror.

-I will get it together, though.

-What's it like?

In America you're this big star,

obviously, recognised wherever you go.

What's it like coming here, where you're not recognise so much?

-Is it nice being anonymous?

-It's a really nice change.

I mean, the first thing we did when we got here,

we went to Westminster Abbey and it was wonderful

and nobody recognised me except one thing happened.

A car drove by and somebody stuck his head out the window

and yelled, "Tourist!"

And it was Paul McCartney.

He's the only one who recognised me. I've only met Paul once.

It was wonderful being able to walk around

without causing any kind of commotion.

Fabulous.

That will probably only last until you've done your Palladium concert.

# Time, you found time enough to love

# And I found love enough to hold you

# So tonight I'll stir the fire you feel inside

# Until the flames of love enfold you

# Layin' beside you Lost in the feelin'

# So glad you open my door Come with me

# Somewhere in the night we will know

# Everything lovers can know

# You're my song

# Music too magic to end

# I'll play you over and over again

# Lovin' so warm, movin' so right

# Closin' our eyes and feelin' the light

# We'll just go on burnin' bright

# Somewhere in the night

# You'll sleep when the morning comes

# And I'll lie and watch you sleepin'

# And you'll smile when you dream about the night

# Like it's a secret you've been keepin'

# Layin' beside you Lost in the feelin'

# So glad you open my door

# You're my song

# Music too magic to end

# I'll play you over and over again

# Lovin' so warm, movin' so right

# Closin' our eyes and feelin' the light

# We'll just go on burnin' bright

# Somewhere in the night

# We'll just go on burnin' bright

# Somewhere in the night

# In the night! #

What about when you met

the extraordinary Miss Midler?

Why did the fortune, or misfortune,

whichever way you want, to meet, recently,

you met her in these baths.

-First of all, let's talk about these baths.

-Oh, why?

LAUGHTER

I tell you why, because she wouldn't tell me what they were like.

Well, I don't blame her.

-I want you to tell me.

-They're Turkish baths.

Have you never been to Turkish bath?

Yeah, but not with a piano in it.

LAUGHTER

True. Well, they had a piano in it.

The owner of the baths wanted to get some more customers in,

so every Saturday night at around midnight he would institute a show.

He would have a little show.

I accompanied a singer.

She was auditioning to get the job there,

so she brought me in to just accompany her.

It was a Turkish bath, and guys walking around in towels

and nothing else, you know.

Sheila, the lady I accompanied, she wouldn't look,

she walked in blindfolded.

I had to lead her to the stage.

And I played the piano for her and she didn't get the job,

but the house pianist that was there was leaving

and he said would I want to come in

and he asked me if I wanted to come in on a Saturday night

and just play for the show.

And the money was OK, so I came in,

and the next Saturday night, the performer was Bette Midler

and nobody had heard of her,

least of all me.

What was your reaction to her when you first met her?

She was the most talented woman I'd ever met,

I'd ever played for.

The craziest lady that I've ever met in my life, either.

I guess if you put crazy and talented together, you get a superstar.

# Candles burnin' Glasses are chilled

# And soon she'll be by

# Hope and pray she'll say

# That she's willin' to give us another try

# And if all those plans I've made

# Don't melt the lady's heart

# I'll put on the old 45s

# And maybe the old songs

# Will bring back the old times

# Maybe the old lines will sound new

# Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder

# Maybe old feelings will come through

# Maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why

# We ever walked away

# Maybe the old songs will bring back the old times

# And make her want to stay

# It's been too long since I've

# Seen her face light up when I come home

# It's been too many hours

# I've wasted starin' at the phone

# Sweet old songs

# I'm countin' on you

# To bring her back to me

# I'm tired of listenin' alone

# Maybe the old songs

# Will bring back the old times

# Maybe the old lines will sound new

# Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder

# Maybe old feelings will come through

# Or maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why

# We ever walked away

# Maybe the old songs will bring back the old times

# And make her want to stay

# And make her want to stay. #

Your music, of course, has been criticised,

inevitably, it would be in certain quarters,

as "marshmallow music",

I think people have called it.

-That was the nice one.

-That was the nice one.

One or two unkind little snidey articles today in the British press.

Did you read that article today in the British?

I haven't even done anything yet and they gave me a bad review.

-I just walked through a room on that one.

-It's like being booed on stage.

I can't... They used to affect me and they still do when I'm reading

in the morning with my morning coffee sort of gurgles up on me again,

but I don't pay too much attention to them because,

it's probably a cliche,

the audience gives me my reviews every night.

If they didn't get up or if they didn't stand up,

or if they walked out on me,

I think that would be the worst review I could get.

But I can't pay too much attention to the critics.

Maybe I'm making good marshmallow music.

# We dreamers have our ways

# Of facin' rainy days

# And somehow we survive

# We keep the feelings warm

# Protect them from the storm

# Until our time arrives

# Then one day the sun appears

# And we come shinin' through those lonely years

# I made it through the rain

# I kept my world protected

# I made it through the rain

# I kept my point of view

# I made it through the rain

# And found myself respected

# By the others who

# Got rained on, too

# And made it through

# When friends are hard to find

# And life seems so unkind

# Sometimes you feel afraid

# Just aim beyond the clouds

# And rise above the crowds

# And start your own parade

# Cos when I chased my fears away

# That's when I knew that I could finally say

# I made it through the rain

# I kept my world protected

# I made it through the rain

# I kept my point of view

# I made it through the rain

# And found myself respected

# By the others who

# Got rained on, too

# And made it through

# I made it through the rain

# I kept my world protected

# I made it through the rain

# I kept my point of view

# I made it through the rain

# And found myself respected

# By the others who

# Got rained on, too

# And made it through

# And so can you

# Beautiful, beautiful music

# And now I laugh and now I cry like a baby

# Livin' and lovin' each day and just maybe

# For all the good things that came true

# Beautiful music The best of my blessings is you

# You're beautiful, beautiful music

# Beautiful music

# Beautiful music

# Beautiful, beautiful Beautiful music

# Oh, beautiful, beautiful

# Beautiful music

# Beautiful, beautiful, music. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Well, it's unanimous. They hate me!

Have you read some of these things? God damn!

They seem to be preoccupied with my nose, aren't they?

People who hate me are the people who get in for free!

Well, I think the first thing to make clear is that

I don't actually have a personal vendetta

against Barry Manilow. He's probably a very nice chap.

The thing which I don't really like about him

is I don't think he's very talented.

He can't sing very well.

He doesn't write his own songs.

He isn't good-looking.

It's very hard to pin down, actually, why this man attracts

such astonishing attention and notoriety.

He's just a very, very average performer.

He's got nothing new to offer.

Nothing particularly exciting about him.

So, I dislike mediocrity very strongly.

Barry Manilow arrived in London tonight

to a rapturous welcome from hundreds of his fans,

most of them married women.

Chris Lowe was there.

-ALL: We want Barry.

-The impact Barry Manilow

has on his fans is quite remarkable.

But even the singer himself doesn't understand it.

He calls it spooky, because as he himself admits,

he doesn't have the sex appeal of the traditional pop singer.

No, his appeal is generally to the more mature women,

hundreds of whom were at Heathrow, just for a glimpse.

-He's just gorgeous.

-He really is fantastic.

He's like no other man.

We've been here since two o'clock.

-Aren't you little bit past this sort of thing.

-No! Do we look old?!

Listen, you look at his fans. We're all different age groups.

-You look at my baby. She loves him.

-That's why he's so nice.

He suits all ages.

Moments later, Barry Manilow emerged, flanked by policemen

and henchmen, to such an extent his fans could scarcely see him at all.

And this is the man who doesn't even consider himself a very good singer.

He says it just comes naturally.

With scenes like these,

you wouldn't think they were having trouble selling tickets

for his concert at Blenheim Palace,

but for one fan, none of that mattered,

because even a glimpse of Barry Manilow proved too much.

# I've been alive forever

# And I wrote the very first song

# I put the words and the melodies together

# I am music and I write the songs

# I write the songs that make the whole world sing

# I write the songs of love and special things

# I write the songs that make the young girls cry

# I write the songs I write the songs

# Oh, my music makes you dance

# And gives your spirit to take a chance, take a chance!

# And I wrote some rock 'n' roll so you can move

# Music fills your heart, well That's a real fine place to start

# It's from me, it's for you

# It's from you, it's from me

# It's a worldwide symphony

# I write the songs that make

# The whole world sing

# I write the songs of love

# And special things

# I write the songs

# That make the young girls cry

# I write the songs I write the songs

# I write the songs that make the whole world sing

# I write the songs of love and special things

# I write the songs that make the young girls cry

# I write the songs I write the songs

# I am music and I write the songs

# And I write the songs

# And I write the songs! #

I have an idea of what

I'd like them to be.

And what I think they are.

I think they're intelligent. I think they're warm.

'I think they have good stereo systems.

'I thing I can have a conversation with any of them.'

I wrote, "Davie, you're nuts.

I don't think they're crazy or fanatical.

I think they're just nice.

But they also treat you with love.

The love comes straight up at you, doesn't it, from the audience?

-Isn't that nice?

-Yeah, that is nice.

The love comes straight from me to them, too.

I mean, that's the, that's where it's at. You know, I am grateful for it.

I give it right back, I think.

I want you to listen to the words of the next song, you know.

How much it means to me.

And thanks once again for everything.

# Just one voice

# Singing in the darkness

# All it takes is one voice

# Singing so they hear what's on your mind

# And when you look around you'll find

# There's more than one voice

# Singing in the darkness

# Joining with your one voice

# Each and every note another octave

# Hands are joined and fears unlocked

# If only one voice would start it on its own

# We need just one voice facing the unknown

# And then that one voice would never be alone

# It takes that one voice

# It takes that one voice

# Just one voice

# Singing in the darkness

# All it takes is one voice

# Shout it out and let it ring

# Just one voice

# It takes that one voice

# And everyone will sing

# We will sing! #

Selling records is a little bit like selling soap.

You produce soap powders for different types of machines,

different market demands.

Pop music is the same.

You've got your very young people who like, say, Musical Youth,

and that sort of thing. Spandau Ballet.

You've got your slightly older more sophisticated market

who like Dire Straits,

and there's this massive middle-of-the-road market,

which record companies tend to neglect.

And Barry Manilow has cashed in on that.

He's gone straight for it.

And it's very, very clever. He's got no competition.

# Doesn't matter where I go

# Doesn't matter who I know

# Nowadays I always find

# You are always on my mind

# All I think about is love

# Love is all I'm dreamin' of

# I lay around in a daze

# Thinkin' of all the ways

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna hold you all night long

# Ooh, baby, feel so strong

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna love out my fantasies

# Come on, baby, please

# Say you will, say I can

# Say that I can be your man

# You've been out, had your flings

# I've been waiting in the wings

# I know my part, I know my lines

# I've rehearsed so many times

# Let me turn the lights down low

# And we can get on with the show

# I wanna do it, do it with you

I wanna do it, do it with you

I wanna hold you all night long

# Ooh baby, feel so strong

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna love out my fantasies

# Come on, baby, please

# Oh honey, move in my direction

# Time for some serious affection

# Oh, it's gonna be such a fine thing

# Talk about thunder and lightning

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna hold you all night long

# Ooh, baby, feel so strong

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna love out my fantasies

# Come on, baby, please

# I wanna do it, do it with you

# I wanna do it, do it with you. #

Not every one is all that keen on Barry Manilow,

but those who do like him adore him.

The American crooner has got

some of the most loyal British fans

in the business, and they were out in force

over the weekend at the quiet Norfolk resort of Hemsby.

John Mountford was there, too.

# Let's Hang on to what we got

# Don't let go, girl, we got a lot. #

It's 7.30, they've all had a long journey,

but the first official mention of Barry

and there's no holding them.

This, if you are our lucky winner of our full house,

you will receive this fabulous Barry Manilow sweatshirt!

CHEERING

Fan club secretaries and organisers, Mollie Baldwin and Lynne Killick,

spared me a few moments on the beach,

which no-one really had time to visit,

to explain that a weekend like this isn't all that hectic.

It all started because

we were just thirsty

for knowledge of Barry.

I think the magic of it,

really, is just in one word.

And that's Barry.

He creates the magic,

which I'm sure you've come across during the weekend.

He creates that magic with everybody, not just us.

I like his face. I like his songs. I like him. I like all of him.

I like everything.

I've always liked him, but, you know, blokes are...

have a bit of trouble owning up to it, don't they?

You know, with their mates

and whatever you get the Mickey taken out of, but, no, I like him.

-Do you understand why all these women rave about him?

-No!

-But you don't mind?

-No, well, why not? It's harmless, isn't it?

Gives them what they want. As long as the bar is open, what do I care?

Apart from husbands and wives who adore you,

do you have a following of guys?

Well, they're not as vocal as

the females are, for me or

as they are for Bruce Springsteen,

say, but I have a really big following of guys,

you know, who seem to get lucky to my music, you know what I mean?

No, they're not just as vocal,

I guess, but some of the most touching letters I get are from guys

who have gotten married to my music

or have had children to my music. It's nice.

# Spirit move me

# Every time I'm near you

# Whirling like a cyclone in my mind

# Sweet Melissa, angel of my lifetime

# Answer to all answers I can find

# Baby, I love you, come, come

# Come into my arms

# Let me know the wonder of all of you

# And, baby, I want you now, now

# Now and hold on fast

# Could this be the magic at last?

# Lady take me high upon a hillside

# High up where the stallions

# Meet the sun

# I could love you

# Build my world around you

# Never leave you till

# My life is done

# Baby, I love you, come, come

# Come into my arms

# Let me know the wonder of all of you

# And, baby, I want you now, now,

# Now and hold on fast

# Could this be the magic at last?

# Could it be magic?

# Come, oh, come

# Come, come into my arms

# Let me know the wonder of all of you

# And, Baby, I need you now, now

# Now and hold on fast

# Could this be the magic

# At last? #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

'One other thing that interested me from your past, as well,

'which I didn't understand until I read that book'

was this very strange relationship you had with your father.

-In that...

-Is it strange?

It's strange, in the sense that your parents were divorced when...

I was an infant.

And then you've only seen him since twice.

Twice. Look how you just did your homework there!

Yes, I saw him twice.

Once when I was 11 years old, when he showed up outside the apartment

and he gave me a tape recorder.

That was a nice thing to do.

And then he fled, because he was afraid

they would all come running out and...

-beating him up.

-The family.

Frying pans, "Get out of his life."

And then he showed up backstage one night at a concert.

How long ago was that?

Oh, early. When I was just starting off.

He showed up while I was changing.

He just poked his head backstage and said,

"Hi!" I knew it was him as soon as I saw his face,

because I had seen pictures,

even though there weren't very many of them.

He said, "I'm your father." And I said, "I know."

I had my pants down around my ankles.

Talk about being caught with your pants down!

And he said, "I just wanted to see what you did.

"You did real good, I'm real proud of you." And he said, "See ya."

I scrambled to put my pants back on, I ran out into the hall,

and he was gone. And that was the last time I ever saw him.

-AUDIENCE:

-Aw!

-Aw!

It was an extraordinary...

Sent me right to therapy.

# Hello, yeah, it's been a while

# Not much, how 'bout you?

# I'm not sure why I called

# I guess I really just wanted

# To talk to you

# And I was thinking maybe later on

# We could get together for a while

# It's been such a long time

# And I really do miss your smile

# I'm not talking 'bout moving in

# And I don't wanna change your life

# But there's a warm wind blowing The stars are out

# And I'd really love to see you tonight

# We could go walking

# Through a windy park

# Take a drive along the beach

# What do you say we stay at home and watch The Lottery?

# You see it really doesn't matter much to me

# I'm not talking 'bout moving in

# And I don't wanna change your life

# But there's a warm wind blowing The stars are out

# And I'd really love to see you tonight

# I won't ask for promises

# So you don't have to lie

# We both played that game before

# Say I love you, then say goodbye

# I'm not talking 'bout moving in

# And I don't wanna change your life

# But there's a warm wind blowing The stars are out

# And I'd really love to see you tonight. #

You actually described yourself there, as a brat.

-And I remember you...

-Was I a brat?

-..as a brat.

I was just trying to do the best job I knew how to do

-and I guess I just wasn't being very elegant about it.

-Yes.

Because I guess I was just being like a, you know,

pushy New York guy, saying, "Give me my way!"

But I really was just trying to do the best job I could.

It was so important to me.

What sort of things did you do in behaving like a brat?

I really don't remember. It doesn't seem like I was a brat,

it seems all I really wanted to do

was to have the most perfect lighting,

and the perfect sound and have the girls look great, and have the sound great.

That's all I really cared about,

and I must have just done it not very pleasantly.

You used to insist restaurants were cleared.

-Oh, no, I never did that. When did that happen?

-It's in your book.

-No.

-Well, did I say that?

-You did.

We're all allowed to forget.

Well, you know, that part of your life, when this fame

is thrust on you, no matter how many times you fantasise

about what it might be like, and I never even did that, you know,

if you read the book,

then you know that I never even thought about becoming a performer.

So, I was thrown into this, with Mandy going number one,

and no-one taught me how to behave.

And I just listened to everybody around me,

clearing restaurants, or being a brat,

but I must say I didn't stay there for too long,

but other people that start off like that get thrown.

It's a hurricane.

The success is like a hurricane.

It blows you of your feet

and if you're not careful about it, you become crazy.

You know, drugs, alcohol, everything. I became a brat.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

# I remember all my life

# Raining down as cold as ice

# Shadows of a man

# A face through a window

# Cryin' in the night

# The night goes into

# Morning, just another day

# Happy people pass my way

# Looking in their eyes

# I see a memory I never realised

# How happy you made me

# Oh, Mandy, well you came

# And you gave without taking

# But I sent you away

# Oh, Mandy, well you kissed me

# And stopped me from shaking

# And I need you today, oh, Mandy

# Yesterday's a dream,

# Now I face the morning

# Cryin' on the breeze The pain is calling

# Oh, Mandy, well you came

# And you gave without taking

# But I sent you away

# Oh, Mandy, well, you kissed me

# And stopped me from shaking

# And I need you today

# Oh, Mandy, you came

# And you gave without taking

# But I sent you away

# Oh, Mandy, you kissed me

# And stopped me from shaking

# Baby, I love you

# Come, come

# Come into my arms

# Let me know the wonder of all of you

# And, baby, I need you now, now

# Now and hold on fast

# Could this be the magic

# At last? #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

You had the same kind of musical heroes that I had, too.

Sinatra and the big bands, and all that?

Well, he brought, my stepfather

Willie Murphy brought into my life

a stack of albums that turned my musical motor on.

I didn't know really for music.

They were playing doo-wop and Elvis on the radio

and it really didn't do anything for me.

But when Willie came into my life,

this stack of albums had Chet Baker and Ella Fitzgerald

and Gerry Mulligan

and lots of Broadway show music, from The Most Happy Fella

to Kiss Mad, to classical music, from Chopin

to Debussy, and this was a stack of gold that,

with a little stereo system that I just never left,

and I learned, well, at least began, my musical love.

Here's an old one.

Ray Charles taught me this arrangement. Really.

# You wouldn't believe where I've been

# The cities and towns I've been in

# From Boston to Britain

# And every town in between

# The people they all look the same

# Only the names have been changed

# But now that I'm home again

# I'll tell you what I believe

# It's a miracle

# A true-blue spectacle

# A miracle come true

# We're together, baby

# I was goin' crazy till the miracle came through

# Now you're here

# And I'm feeling so good

# And, baby, they'll be dancin'

# In the streets

# For the miracle

# A true-blue spectacle

# The miracle is you

# I never knew you looked so good

# Oh, I never knew anyone could

# I must have been crazy

# To ever have gone away

# I almost forgot what it's like

# Holdin' you near me at night

# But now that I'm home again

# You'll know that I'm home to stay

# Cos it's a miracle

# A true-blue spectacle

# A miracle come true

# We're together, baby

# I was goin' crazy till the miracle came through

# Now you're here and I'm feeling so good

# And, baby They'll be dancin', dancin'

# For the miracle

# A true-blue spectacle

# The miracle is you... #

If it were all to end tomorrow for you, all the success,

all the gold discs and the rest,

what would that do to you?

I wouldn't die.

That's not what I live for, anyway.

I think I told you when we were coming into the car,

when we were coming from the airport,

that there are people who thrive on that kind of attention,

on that kind of excitement, on that kind of material success.

I never have. I never went after it for that. I went after it for the music.

# Her name was Lola

# She was a showgirl

# With yellow feathers in her hair

# And a dress cut down to there

# She would merengue

# And do the cha-cha

# And while she tried to be a star

# Tony always tended bar

# Across the crowded floor

# They worked from eight till four

# They were young and they had each other

# Who could ask for more?

# At the Copa, Copacabana

# The hottest spot north of Havana

# At the Copa, Copacabana

# Music and passion were always the fashion at the Copa

# They fell in love, love. #

OK, I can't wait to find out what happens next.

# His name was Rico He wore a diamond

# He was escorted to his chair He saw Lola dancin' there

# And when she finished He called her over

# But Rico went a bit too far

# Tony sailed across the bar

# And then the punches flew

# And chairs were smashed in two

# There was blood and a single gunshot

# But just who shot who?

# At the Copa, Copacabana

# The hottest spot north of Havana

# At the Copa, Copacabana

# Music and passion were always the fashion

# At the Copa

# She lost her love. #

Poor little thing!

# Her name was Lola She was a showgirl

# But that was 30 years ago

# When they used to have a show

# Now it's a disco

# But not for Lola

# Still in the dress she used to wear

# Faded feathers in her hair

# She sits there so refined

# And drinks herself half-blind

# She lost her youth and she lost her Tony

# Now she's lost her mind

# At the Copa

# Copacabana

# The hottest spot north of Havana

# At the Copa

# Copacabana

# Music and passion were always the fashion

# At the Copa

# Don't fall in love. #

No, no, no. Don't fall, don't fall, don't.

HEAVY BREATHING

AUDIENCE LAUGHTER

That's my favourite part, you know?

# Don't fall in love. #

Damn it! Don't touch me there!

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