Musicals - Sunset Boulevard - The Phone Call Lyrics
NORMAHello, is this Gladstone 9281? Miss Schaefer?...Hello, Miss Schaefer, you must forgive me for calling so late, but I really feel it's my duty.It's about Mr. Gillis...you do know a Mr. Gillis?Well, exactly how much do you know about him?Do you know where he lives? Do you know what he lives on?I want to spare you a lot of sadnessI don't know what he's told youBut I can guarantee youHe doesn't live with motherOr what you'd call a roommateHe's just a ... I can't say itPoor BettyYou ask himI'd love to hear his answer......Joe...JOEThat's right, Betty, why don't you ask me?...NORMADon't.JOE...Or better yet, come over and see for yourself. Yes, right now.The address is ten thousand eighty-six, Sunset Boulevard.NORMADon't hate me, Joe. I did it because I need you. Look at me. Look at my hands.Look at my face. Look under my eyes. How can I go back to work if I'm wastingAway?No! Don't stand there hating me, Joe. Shout at me, strike me, but say you don't hate me...Joe, Joe.JOECome on in.BETTYWhat's going on, Joe?Why am I so scared?What was that woman saying?She sounded so weirdI don't understand...Please, can you tell me what's happening?You said you loved me tonightShall I just go?Say something, JoeJOEHave some pink champage and caviarWhen you go visit with a starThe hospitality is stellarBETTYSo this is where you're living?JOEYes, it's quite a place, sleeps seventeenEight sunken tubs, a movie screenA bowling alley in the cellarBETTYI didn't come to see a house, JoeJOESunset BoulevardCruise the BoulevardWin yourself a Hollywood palazzoSunset BoulevardMythic BoulevardValentino danced on that terrazzoBETTYWho's it belong to?JOEJust look around youBETTYThat's Norma Desmond.JOERight on the moneyThat's Norma DesmondThat's Norma DesmondThat's Norma DesmondThat's Norma DesmondBETTYWhy did she call me?JOEGive you three guessesIt's the oldest story in the bookCome see the taker being tookThe world is full of Joes and NormasOlder woman, very well-to-doMeets younger man, the standard cueFor two mechanical performersBETTYJust pack your things and let's go.JOEYou mean all my things?Have you gone mad?Leave all these things I've never had?Leave this luxurious existence?You want me to face that one-room hellThat murphy bed, that rancid smellGo back to living on subsistence?It's no time to begin a new lifeNow I've finally made a perfect landingI'm afraid there's no room for a wifeNot unless she's uniquely understandingYou should go back to Artie and marry the foolAnd you'll always be welcome to swim in my poolBETTYI can't look at you any more, Joe.NORMAThank you, thank you, Joe, thank you...thank you.What are you doing, Joe?You're not leavine me?JOEYes, I am, Norma.NORMAYou can't! Max!JOEIt's been a bundle of laughsAnd thanks for the use of the trinketsA little ritzy for the copy desk back in DaytonAnd there's something you ought to knowI want to do you this favourThey'll never shoot that hopeless script of yoursThey only wanted your carNORMAThat's a lie! They still want me!What about all my fan-mail?JOEIt's Max who writes you lettersYour audience has vanishedThey left when you weren't lookingNothing's wrong with being fiftyUnless you're acting twentyNORMAI am the greatest star of them all.JOEGoodbye, Norma.NORMANo one ever leaves a starREPORTERAnd as dawn breaks over hte murder house, Norma Desmond, famed star of yesteryear,Is in a state of complete mental shock.
