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Dress Rehearsal Rag (LP Version) - Judy Collins
Got up sometime in the afternoon

And you didn't feel like much

You said to yourself
Where are you golden boy
Where is your famous golden touch

I thought you knew where
All the elephants lie down

I thought you were the crown prince
Of all the wheels in Ivory town

Look at your body now

Where there's nothing much to say

And a bitter voice in the mirror says

Hey prince you need a shave

Now if you can manage to get
Your trembling fingers to behave

Why don't you try unwrapping
A stainless steel razor blade
That's right it's come to this

It's come to this

And wasn't it a long way down

And wasn't it a strange way down

There's no hot water

And the cold is running thin

Well what do you expect
From the kind of places you've been living in

Don't drink from that cup

It's all caked and cracked along the rim

That's not the electric light my friend

That is your vision that is dim

Cover up your face with soap there

Now you're Santa Claus

And you've got an A for anyone
Who will give you his applause

I thought you were a racing man

Ah but you couldn't take the pace

That's a funeral in the mirror

And it's stopping at your face
That's right it's come to this

It's come to this

And wasn't it a long way down

And wasn't it a strange way down

Once there was a path

And a girl with chestnut hair

And you spent the summers

Picking all the berries that grew there

There were times she was a woman

There were times she was a child

As you held her in the shadows

Where the raspberries grow wild

And you climbed the highest mountains
And you sang about the view

And everywhere you went

Love went along with you

That's a hard one to remember

It makes you clench your fist

And the veins stand out like highways

All along your wrist
And yes it's come to this

It's come to this

And wasn't it a long way down

Wasn't it a strange way down

You can still find a job

Go out and talk to a friend

On the back of every magazine

There are coupons you can send

Why don't you join the Rosicrucians

They will give you back your hope

You can find your love in diagrams
In a plain brown envelope

But you've used up all your coupons

Except the one that seems
To be tattooed on your arm
Along with several thousand dreams

Now Santa Claus comes forward

That's a razor in his mitt

And he puts on his dark glasses

And he shows you where to hit
And then the cameras pan

The stand in stuntman's

Dress rehearsal rag