Ballad Of The Garment Trade lyrics

If you dont want to get nervous
Do yourself a great big service
Stay away please far from seventh avenue
You can lose your sense and reason
Guessing what style for next season
Yes, the dress business will make a wreck of you
Its a battle of fierce and grim
That depends on the ladies whim
Whatll miss and misses americas answer be
Will she say with a tossing head
And that rare guy wouldnt drop dead
Or shell say : yes, this dress is really me
On guessing what, a day will say
A sheer impossibility
This poor kids brave, he worked away
And try to build that industry
How crazy, bold and reckless
Can human beings be...
Hip, hip, hooray! for the garment trade
Hear the cheer to push the music hits us everyone
Day after day...they go on this way
To the cockeyed way the job that must be done
Off to the fray on the brave crusade
Gallant ladies garment trade
Though in health got speed
In a gesture breed, made all answers on parade
What a business what a sack game
Yet its about as much your business is a crap game
Snapper, zipper, bowler, button
All we know is what the experts know from nothin
So the last line you got pie with
Coming right up is another you could die with
If youre right the dough could flow in
If youre not you havent got a pot to sew with
Off to the fray on the brave crusade
Gallant ladies garment trade
Though in health got speed
In a gesture breed, made all answers on parade
Off to the fray on the brave crusade
Gallant ladies garment trade
Though in health got speed
In a gesture breed, made all answers on parade...

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What do you think is the meaning of Ballad Of The Garment Trade by Barbra Streisand?