Unknown Artists - There is a sucker born every minute
Music: Cy Coleman
Lyrics: Michael Stewart
Book: Mark Bramble
Premiere: Wednesday, April 30, 1980
There is a sucker born every minute
Each time the second hand sweeps to the top
Like dandelions up they pop,
Their ears so big, their eyes so wide.
And though I feed ‘em bonafide baloney
With no truth in it
Why you can bet I’ll find some rube to buy my corn.
Cause there’s a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute,
And I’m referrin’ to the minute you were born.
Each blessed hour brings sixty of ‘em
Each time the wooden cuckoo shows his face
Another sucker takes his place,
And plunks his quarter on the line
To buy my brand of genuine malarky.
God bless and love ‘em!
But don’t feel sad or hoppin’ mad or cause a scene
Cause there’s a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute,
But M’am you mighta been the minute in between.
There is a sucker born every minute
Each time the second hand sweeps to the top
Like dandelions up they pop,
Their ears so big, their eyes so wide.
And though my tale is bonafide baloney,
Just let me spin it,
And ain’t no man who can resist me wait and see
Cause there’s a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute,
And friends the biggest one excluding none is me!
