This Time Next Year - The Colored Music, Tune Robbers, The World-Band

I invited all the kids doing walk-ons in «Samson and Delilah»

Where have you been hiding?

I called your apartment.

I called your ex-agent.

I was about to call the Bureau of Missing Persons

Well, they always know where to find me

You gotta say your New Year’s resolution out loud

Jean!

By this time next year

I’ll have landed a juicy part

Nineteen fifty will be my start

No more carrying spears

I’ll be discovered

My life won’t ever be the same

Billy Wilder will know my name

And he’ll call all the time

'Til he does, can one of you guys lend her a dime?

Just an apartment

With no roaches and no dry rot

Where the hot water comes out hot

That’s my Hollywood dream

Your resolution

Is to write something that gets shot

With approximately the plot

I first had in my head

But you’ll get rewritten even after you’re dead

Artie!

It’s the year to begin a new life

Buy a place somewhere quiet, somewhere pretty

When you have a young kid and a wife

Then you need somewhere green, far from the city

It’s a rambling old house with a big apple tree

With a swing for the kid and a hammock for me

Behold, my children

It is I, Cecil B. DeMille

Meeting me must be quite a thrill

But there’s no need to kneel

I guarantee you

Every girl in my chorus line

Is a genuine Philistine

They don’t come off the shelf

I flew every one in from Philistia myself

I have some good news

It’s «Blind Windows»

You don’t let go

I gave Sheldrake an outline, Joe

And he swallowed the bait

Well, hallelujah!

While you’ve been buying vicuna coats

I’ve been making a lot of notes

Now there’s work we should do

Betty, you’re forgetting that I gave it to you

You remind me of me long ago

Off the bus, full of ignorant ambition

Thought I’d waltz into some studio

And achieve overnight recognition

I’ve seen too many optimists sinking like stones

Felt them suck all the marrow clean out of my bones

I love «Blind Windows»

But I can’t write it on my own

Can’t we speak on the telephone?

All my evenings are free

Hey, just a minute

I’m the fellow who bought the ring

Artie, this is a business thing

It’s important to me

You’ll be on location in Clinch, Tennessee

Please make this your New Year’s resolution for me

By this time next year

I will get my foot in the door

Next year I know I’m going to score

An amazing success

Cut to the moment

When they open the envelope

Pass the statuette to Bob Hope

And it’s my name you hear

We’ll be down on our knees

Outside Grauman’s Chinese

Palm prints there on the street

Immortality’s neat

This time next year

This time next year

We’ll have nothing to fear

Contracts all signed

Three-picture deal

Yellow brick road career

Hope we’re not still saying these things

This time next year

You know, I think I will be available in the New Year.

In fact, I’m available

right now

Joe, that’s great!

Hey, Artie, where’s your phone?

Under the bar

Hey, Artie.

You think you could put me up for a couple of weeks?

It just so happens we’ve got a vacancy on the couch

I’ll take it

Yes?

Max, it’s Mr. Gillis.

I want you to do me a favor

I’m sorry, Mr. Gillis.

I can’t talk right now

Listen, I want you to take my old suitcases —

I’m sorry, I am attending to Madame

What do you mean?

Madame found the razor in your room.

And she’s cut her wrists

Three, two, one, Happy New Year!

Should auld acquiantance be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should auld acquiantance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear

For auld lang syne