It's almost time for curtainnand we still don't know our linesnbeen rehearsing our love in front of empty chairsnstill haven't been paid a dimenopening night is here to staynI still don't know what you're gonna saynwriter quit to work in carbaretnsaid he couldn't move your feet of claynnIt's almost time for curtainnseats are filling fastnrecriminations festernfrom the first row to the lastnwhen the lights finally grow dimnwill you think of himnchange your character on a whimnjust to stay in fighting trimnnif they laugh we'll say it's a comedyn..a drama if they don't crack a smilenif they cry we'll call it a tragedynthen we'll milk the tears for a whilennIt's almost time for curtainnthe reviewers are in placenlighting man has instructionsnthat they're not to see your facenyour eyes grow like a balloonnand no man is immunento the hard luck or the silver spoonnand that curtain call is coming soonnnif they laugh we'll say it's a comedyn..a drama if they don't crack a smilenif they cry we'll call it a tragedynthen we'll milk the tears for a whilennIt's almost time for curtainnand we still don't know our linesnbeen rehearsing our love in front of empty chairsnstill haven't been paid a dimenopening night is here to staynI still don't know what you're gonna saynwriter quit to work in carbaretnsaid he couldn't move your feet of clay