People (From ”Funny Girl”)
Jule Styne, Bob Merrill
We travel single, oh
Maybe we're lucky
But I don't know
With them, just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint
I guess we're both happy
But maybe, we ain't
People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like childrеn than children
Lovers
Are vеry special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half, now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first, be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world