Top Songs By Debbie Gibson
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deborah Gibson
Vocals
Ron Abel
Music Director
Mark Converse
Percussion
Grant Geissman
Guitar
Randy Landas
Bass Guitar
John Fumo
Trumpet
Dan Fornero
Trumpet
Phillip D. Feather
Woodwinds
Mark Hollingsworth
Woodwinds
David Stout
Trombone
Jean Marinelli
French Horn
Alex Rannie
Harp
Cheryl Ongaro
Violin
Ruth Bruegger
Violin
Vladimir Polimatidi
Violin
Ilene "Novi" Novoe
Viola
John Krovozc
Cello
Ray Garcia
Background Vocals
Jerry Sharell
Background Vocals
Sylvia MacCalla
Background Vocals
Debra Byrd
Background Vocals
Steve Orich
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Merrill
Lyrics
Jule Styne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deborah Gibson
Producer
Gabe Sganga
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bill Meade
Producer
Jesse Gorman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ron Abel
Producer
Marc Wilder
Mastering Engineer
Greg Arnold
Mastering Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Mike Brewer
Assistant Producer
Chris Tergesen
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Listen,
I've got thirty-six expressions-
Sweet as pie to tough as leather,
And that's six expressions more
Than all them Barrymores put together.
Instead of just kicking me
Why don't they give me a lift?
It must be a plot,
'Cause they're scared that I got
Such a gift-well, I'm miffed-'cause
I'm the greatest star-
I am by far, but no one knows it!
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice,
A silver flute-ah hah, ah hah-
They'll cheer each toot (Hey! I hear she's terrific)
When I expose it!
Now, can't you see to look at me
That I'm a natural Camille?
As Camille I just feel
I've so much to offer.
Listen kid, I know I'd be divine because
I'm a natural cougher.
Some ain't got it-not a lump,
I'm a great big clump of talent!
Laugh!
They'll bend in half.
(Did you ever hear the story about the traveling salesman?)
A thousand jokes:
Stick around for the jokes,
A thousand faces.
I reiterate,
When you're gifted,
Then you're gifted,
These are facts-I got no axe to grind.
Hey, what are they-blind?
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star!
Who is the pip with piz-azz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American Beauty rose
With an American Beauty nose,
And ten American Beaty toes,
Eyes on the target, and wham-
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star,
I am by far,
But no one knows it!
That's why I was born-
I'll blow my horn
Till someone blows it!
I'll light up like a light
Right up like a light
I'll flicker, then flare up
All the world's gonna stare up
Lookin' down
You'll never see me-
Try the sky,
'Cause that'll be me.
I can make 'em cry,
I can make 'em sigh,
Someday they'll clamor
For my dram-er.
Have you guessed yet,
Who's the best yet?
If you ain't I'll tell you one more time.
You bet your last dime
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest, greatest star!
Writer(s): Jule Styne, Bob Merrill
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