Intro: 

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Chorus 

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Bridge 

A 

G 
Because we are respected 
A 
We're not remembered 
G 
We are the ghosts of Vaudeville 
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Unremembered 
G 
We are the fathers of the halls 
A 
Yeah but we'll never be famous 
G 
We aren't mere artists, we are something more: 

We are entertainers


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Lyrics

My name is Balthazar Impresario 
It's written at the bottom of the page 
I have artist's hands, though I'm a working man 
But my craft has been forgotten by the age 
So tonight will be my last night on the stage 

This is my family's trade, my father built this place 
In the timing of the twentieth century 
I have been working here, for some fifty years 
But the young'uns they stayed glued to TV screens 
And the old girl is dying on her feet 

Once more to the boards 
One more curtain call 
Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more 
Always make them laugh 
Try to make them cry 
Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life 

My friends from theatre school all said I was a fool 
For leaving Shakespeare for the music hall 
And now our son's left home, he set out on his own 
The critics think we're quite the set to fall 
But they've only seen the show from the stall 

Once more to the boards 
One more curtain call 
Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more 
Always make them laugh 
Try to make them cry 
Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life 

And all the things we've seen, behind these tattered seams 
And all the smiling faces with the lamplight in their eyes 
And each imperfect turn flickers once and burns 
Only takes a moment but for me they'll never die 

Because we are respected 
We're not remembered 
We are the ghosts of Vaudeville 
Unremembered 

We are the fathers of the halls 
Yeah but we'll never be famous 
We aren't mere artists, we are something more: 
We are entertainers 

I smooth my thinning hair in a gilded mirror 
To try and hide the tell-signs of my age 
My name is Balthazar Impresario 
And tonight will be my last night on the stage.