Excerpts from
"You Can Always Count On Me"
in City of Angels
book by Larry Gelbart, music by Cy Coleman, lyrics by David Zippel
I'm one of a long line of good girls
Who choose the wrong guy to be sweet on
The girl with a face that says welcome
That men can wipe their feet on
I'm there when he calls me
The trusted girl Friday alright
But what good does it do me
Alone on a Saturday night
If you need a gal
To go without sal'ry and work too hard
You can always count on me
The kind of a pal
Who'd sneak you a file past the prison guard
Loyal to the "nth" degree
The boss is quite the ladies man
And that's my biggest gripe
Till I showed up he's never hired a girl cause she could type
I'm no femme fatal
But faithful and true as a saint Bernard
Barkin' up the wrong damn tree
You can always count on me
I go for the riff raff
Who's treating me so so
When I can play the second fiddle
I'm a virtuoso
I should be playing for a wedding band
But there're no wedding rings attached
Though you can bet there're strings attached
A matter of fact, If you want an ill-fated love affair
You can always count on me
Though my kind of dame
No doubt will die out like the dinosaurs
You can always count on me
I'm solely to blame
My head gives advice that my heart ignores
I'm my only enemy
I choose the kind who cannot introduce the girl he's with
There're lots of smirking motel clerks who call me, "Mrs. Smith"
But I've made a name
With hotel detectives who break down doors
Guess who they expect to see
You can always count on
Bet a large amount on
You can always count on me
in City of Angels
book by Larry Gelbart, music by Cy Coleman, lyrics by David Zippel
I'm one of a long line of good girls
Who choose the wrong guy to be sweet on
The girl with a face that says welcome
That men can wipe their feet on
I'm there when he calls me
The trusted girl Friday alright
But what good does it do me
Alone on a Saturday night
If you need a gal
To go without sal'ry and work too hard
You can always count on me
The kind of a pal
Who'd sneak you a file past the prison guard
Loyal to the "nth" degree
The boss is quite the ladies man
And that's my biggest gripe
Till I showed up he's never hired a girl cause she could type
I'm no femme fatal
But faithful and true as a saint Bernard
Barkin' up the wrong damn tree
You can always count on me
I go for the riff raff
Who's treating me so so
When I can play the second fiddle
I'm a virtuoso
I should be playing for a wedding band
But there're no wedding rings attached
Though you can bet there're strings attached
A matter of fact, If you want an ill-fated love affair
You can always count on me
Though my kind of dame
No doubt will die out like the dinosaurs
You can always count on me
I'm solely to blame
My head gives advice that my heart ignores
I'm my only enemy
I choose the kind who cannot introduce the girl he's with
There're lots of smirking motel clerks who call me, "Mrs. Smith"
But I've made a name
With hotel detectives who break down doors
Guess who they expect to see
You can always count on
Bet a large amount on
You can always count on me
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