Posh Lyrics & Chords By Robert B. Sherman

Jean-Michel No, you're with the French Foreign Service George Sir I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand ...read more

A lovely night, A lovely night, A finer night you know you'll never see. You meet your prince, A charming prince As charming as a prince will ever be. The stars in the...read more

At Wanamaker's and Saks and Klein's A lesson I've been taught You can't get alterations on a dress you haven't bought At any vegetable market from Borneo to...read more

Rogers And Hammerstein Oklahoma Oklahoma Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain. Where the waving wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes right behind...read more

Ensemble: (Prelude, Reprise) We are what we are and what we are is an illusion. We love how it feels putting on heels causing sonfusion. We face life though it's sometimes...read more