For Susan - John Lithgow, Brian D'Arcy James, Kelli O'Hara

Susie, get the box

Look at this stuff, Sidney

(singing)

Sheet music signed by Berlin and by Kern

For Susan

Bogies and buckets of love from Lucerne

For Susan

Here’s a lucky star signed by FDR

Groucho’s three dollar bill

Paw prints from Lassie and stills from DeMille

For Susan

‘Round and around in a dress like Snow White

Goes Susan

Waltzing with me on an opening night

Is Susan

I have watched her bloom in this very room

All her nights, all her days

Every report card, a column of A’s

For Susan

Floating like some little Angel

Bringing cocktails on her tray

She’d appear than float… away

«Happy sixteenth» from the chief of police

For Susan

Scrawled on a napkin, the work of Matisse

For Susan

This one’s Fred Astaire, «for my lady fair

And my best little chum»

Here in our haven, the whole world has come

To Susan

I was… just on my way to your office with some items

Aah, give ‘em here

I’ll phone ‘em in

Laurence Olivier

Oak Room at the Plaza

Won’t go to Las Angeles

«LA is always three hours behind the time»

In

A piano player down in Philly

Item reads «the Richter scale has been sent

In Philadelphia, off the charts

Thanks to an earthquake maker

Named Dallas Cochran»

In

See ya' later, Sidney

Goodnight J. J

No-n-no, don’t go

Keep me company

Dance with me

(singing)

Ever so sweetly the orchestra plays

For Susan

Everyone present has nothing but praise

For Susan

Make your wish of me;

I will grant you three

While I ask only one

Just let me do as I always have done

For Susan

(spoken)

Hello, young lady

Hello Mr. Hunsucker

What wish can I grant?

Oh, Mr. Hunsucker

To be in your call only

You will be!

You will be!

(singing)

May you ever be in this waltz with me

Making wishes come true

J.J.

What is it?

I’m not a little girl anymore!

Everybody wants me except you!

Goodnight, J. J

Good luck on your audition

(singing)

There’s someone

I know it

I see it in her eyes

There’s someone

Someone has changed her

Someone all wrong for Susan

There’s someone, some schoolboy

Some pup with a degree

Some actor

Some budding Brando

Mumbling his lines for Susan

Go to your audition

Live your little life

Make a little misstep

And end up the wife of some…

Nothing of a no one, some…

Actor in a play going nowhere

No one!

No one!

Nowhere!

Keep your little secrets

Close your little door

Have your little boyfriend

Some clown of the chorus

Some chauffeur of a limo

Some gopher at the paper

There’s someone!

I smell it!

But Sidney

He’d tell me

Sidney would tell me

If someone was angering for Susan

For Susan

(spoken)

Madge, warm up the typewriter

I’ve got a fist full of items