Do What I Do

I am an actor, or an actress, or whatever
Got a fancy college theatre degree
i told myself i'd be on Broadway by thirty
but life went ... Oh I turned thirty-three
It's a game of survival
but hey, that's the biz
and New York is that expensive
but the good news is
I got temping skills to pay my bills
that's what's gain till my dream comes true
so I do what I don't really do
so I can do what I do do
that's what I do, uh-huh
It's not so bad: I answer calls, I print reports
when no one's looking use an office supply
I type in file while I hum Steven Schwarz
crammed in my corner of the corporate sky
Every job's got something makes it easy to bear
like this swanky mid-town office overlooking Time Square
of my window I see a Broadway markee
and to me that's a hell of a view,
reminding me I do what I don't really do,
so I can do what I do do.
A survival job is a stepping stone
before you become who you are.
I mean, Madonna was a coat-check girl
before she became a global star.
Meryl Streep waited tables,
Marlon Brando, he dug ditches,
Liza and Babara and Paddy Leprin
never had a day job - bitches!
But Harrison fought, and
Jesus Christ, will survive on carpentry,
They paid their dues on their road to greatness,
just like me.
Ms.Williams: Morning Jane.
Jane: Good Morning, Ms.Williams.
Ms.Williams: I need you to channel your powers
and proof the entire annual report by 1 p.m.
Jane: I got it! I'll work through lunch.
Ms.Williams: Getting it done Jane!
Jane: You bet! That's what I do.
I'm gonna miss my audition.
What am I doing?
I'm an actor, or whatever,
but I'm making self-delusion an art.
And I'll go crazy in an office one more second,
I'll buzz out of here by getting this part.
There's some people who gave up and leave the biz every year,
Yeah I'm thirty-three but baby I'm still here,
though I'm not there yet I can't forget,
I'm not gonna do what I don't really do.
I gotta do what I do do
I gotta do what I do do
Do what I do do do
I gotta do what I do