Facade - Frank Wildhorn

If you live around here

You need cash in the bank

'Cause the houses 'round here

Are all flashy and swank

An' the front bit ha

'At's what's called a facade

All the people 'round here

Are as posh as can be

You won't seem hobnobbin'

With rubbish like me

It's the snob bit

Also called a facade

Every day

People in their own sweet way

Like to add a coat of paint

And be what they ain't

That's how their little

Game is played

Livin' out their masquerade

Getting rich and getting laid

Who'd want to trade

But there's one thing I know

And I know it for sure

This disease that they've got

Has got no ready cure

And I'm certain

Life is terribly hard

When your life's a facade

Every night here one house

Or another is a fun-house

'Cause there's someone giving a party

As you see Sir

This one here tonight

Is rather special am I right

It's the betrothal of Sir Danver's

Daughter Lisa

Sir Danvers Carew is a good man

They call him the creme de la creme

Whatever that means

He's a bloody sight better than them

Nearly everyone you meet

When walking down a London street

Pretends to be a pillar of society

A model of propriety

Sobriety and piety

Who's never even heard of notoriety

Ladies an' gents 'ere before you

Which none of 'em ever admits

May have saintly looks

But they're sinners an' crooks

Hypocrites

If you live around here

You need lots of panache

If you live in down dear

Then you must cut a dash

T'isn't hard dear

To create a facade

You must seem to be rich

And to have money to burn

Even though it's a b***h

Spending more than you earn

That's the game here

And the name is facade

One or two

Might look kinda well-to-do

Ha

But I bet you precious few

Have payed for their boots

I'm inclined to think

Half mankind

Thinks the other half is blind

Wouldn't be surprised to find

They're all in cahoots

At the end of the day

They don't mean what they say

They don't say what they mean

They don't ever come clean

And the answer

Is it's all a facade

Call a walk promenade

Call a street boulevard

Grease your hair with pomade

You'll be held in regard

And I betcha

If you stay on your guard

Stay on your guard

People love the facade

What's behind the facade

Look behind

The facad