There You Are Songtext
von Rupert Holmes

What′s a king without his crown?
What's a don without his gown?
He could be the rabble or the Russian czar
Judge each creature of our race
By each feature in his face, look at him
I rest my case, well, there you are

And it matters not to me what part of town you′ve come from
We but cheer you've made it here at all
Here within this garish parish called the music hall

And there you are
How very glad we are that there you are
It isn't who you are but where you are
And there you are, and grateful are we to see
How fine and fair you are, there you are

Angela, Angela, my dear, are you out there?
I′m up here in the boys circle pew
Oh, there you are
And who is that gent with you there


I am standing with a gent who seems singularly bent
On attaching both his hands to both my knees
I′m considering the lap of a most engaging chap
And I'll let him do exactly as I please

I′ve a lady down in front who's handed me her latch key
Surely, she must know that spells her doom
And this man has grand designs to show me
In my dressing room

And there you are
How distingué and debonair you are
Just slightly south of Leicester Square, you are
Yes, there you are
That thankful we all should be full well-aware you are

So lightning quick, let′s all kick up a fuss
We can but pray your trust is blind in us
So drink your fill and just unwind in us
A warmly wicked frame of mind in us
You'll find in us
We want you, and not a lot we care for

Where you′ve been
And not a jot we care how you got in
We but care that there you are
Damned if there you are