You Look Marvelous Songtext
von Billy Crystal

Saludos, my darlings, and you know who you are
C′mon, let's mingle
So nice to see you
Throw your hips into the air
Like Syd Charisse and Fred Astaire
Let′s crazy go nuts
Just looking into your eyes, darling
I can tell that you have the legs of a dancer
So bring those legs
And the rest of your body, over here
And be 'Nando's private prancer
Darling, I got to tell you something
And I don′t say this to everybody
You look marvelous
Absolutely marvelous (marvelous)
You know, my dear, my father used to say to me
"′Nando, don't be a schnook
It′s not how you feel, it's how you look"
He was marvelous
But you, darling, hmm, you look marvelous


(Marvelous) absolutely marvelous
And this is from my heart
Which is deep inside my body
It′s better to look good than to feel good
(Ahh)
Get down (let's rap)
(Fernando?)
Darlings?
(Who′s marvelous?)
Try me
(Cyndi Lauper?)
Marvelous
(Tina Turner?)
Still marvelous
(Jayne Meadows?)
She's marvelous
(Grace Jones?)
Humongous
(Cher?)
Marvelous
(Chaka Khan?)
Marvelous
(Vanity?)
Marvelous
(Apollonia?)
Ditto
(Madonna?)
Her belly button is absolutely marvelous
I'm about to lose control, and I think I like it
Oh, look, there′s Sting, looking for his last name in the dip
I am what love is all about
I′ve got American teeth and a Spanish mouth
Please, hold me while I tango
So, my dear, it's been a blast
You were not my first, you won′t be my last
Ciao, I've got to mambo
Nothing lasts forever, darling
But it′s not the end of the world
When I was fired by Paramount
There was still MGM (MGM)
I love you young people today
With your rock and roll
Like that Eddie Van Heflen (Van Halen)
Whatever
When I look into your eyes, darling,
I see the reflection of me
Look at me dancing around in there
I look marvelous
Absolutely marvelous
(Wonderful, marvelous)
You know darling, I love dancing
Dancing to me is like standing still
Only faster
You know what I'm saying to you?
(Marvelous, wonderful)
My dear, do you understand the term
"Full grown midget"?
Must be me (wonderful, marvelous)
There are eight million stories in the naked city, darling
Let′s be two of them
I'm kidding you; I'm a kidder
Let′s you and I go back to my private hideaway
You′ll put on soft music
I'll put on my Spiderman pajamas
And we′ll do things I'm going to tell my friends we did anyway
(Marvelous, wonderful)
Darling, I′m worried about the Cabbage Patch Kids
I mean, when they grow up
Will they be confused that these people are not their real parents?
If a train is leaving Chicago at 11 a.m. in the morning
With five thousand pounds of bluefish
And another train is leaving Phoenix at exactly the same time
And Bert Convy is still hosting "Tattletales"