Omar sharif singing in funny girl


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Here’s the original version’s lyrics:

FANNY (in bed)

I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady,

See what's on my hand,

There's nothing quite as touching

As a simple wedding band.

Oh, how that marriage license works

On chambermaids and hotel clerks.

The honeymoon was such delight

That we got married that same night.

 

I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady,

Still in bed by noon

Racking my brains deciding

Between orange juice and prune.

Nick says Nothing is too good for me,

And who am I not to agree?

I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady, that's me!

As she gets up, starts writing a post card, NICK, in a robe and ascot, comes out of the bathroom.

NICK

Sending out the news?

FANNY

Starting with the person most concerned.

123. CUT TO: POST CARD - Mrs. Strakosh, puzzled, is showing the post card of the bearded Captain to Mrs. Brice, Mrs. Meeker, and Mrs. O'Malley.

MRS. STRAKOSH

What kind of a rabbi wears a uniform?

MRS. BRICE

Reformed.

124. CUT TO: POST CARD - Monte Carlo. Angle widens to reveal KEENEY AND EDDIE looking at it:

FANNY (on track)

Hello from Monte Carlo

Where we gave the wheel a try

Good luck not only kissed us

But it spit right in our eye.

125. CUT TO: POST CARD - TOWER OF LONDON. Angle widens to reveal ZIEGFELD reading the card.

FANNY (on track)

Nick’s prospects haven't been too bright

So I'll play London one fortnight.

I adore the Palladium

Simply mad for the British

And did you know, chum, the king is really Yiddish

126. CUT TO: POST CARD - EPSOM DOWNS. Angle widens we see GEORGIA AND VERA in dressing room, looking at postcard

FANNY (on track)

At Epsom Downs Nick really clicked

The money filled a sack

I can’t, of course, forgive the horse

What he did on the track!

127. CUT TO: POST CARD - ANNE HATHAWAY’S COTTAGE. Eddie reading it to Mrs. Brice in her kitchen.

EDDIE

“Nick's putting his Epson Downs fortune into something like this — but on Long Island, so we'll be closer to mama's chicken soup.”

FANNY (on track)

We're sailing home,

So Rosie, dear,

Bring chicken soup down to the pier

I’m Sadie, Sadie, married lady

That's me!