This Time Next Year - Tom Francis/Grace Hodgett Young/Sunset Boulevard/Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics by：Don Black
Composed by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Don Black
Arranged by：Andrew Lloyd Webber
Produced by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Jamie Lloyd/Lee McCutcheon/Adam Fisher/Alan Williams
Hey Gillis
We'd given up on you
Where you been keeping that gorgeous face of yours?
In a deep freeze
Jesus Joe what are you wearing?
It's quite a crowd
Yeah I invited all the kids doing walk-ons in DeMille's latest picture
Where have you been hiding?
I called your apartment
I called your ex-agent
I was about to call the Bureau of Missing Persons
They always know where to find me
By this time next year
I'll have landed a juicy part
1950 will be my start
No more carrying spears
I'll be discovered
My life won't ever be the same
Billy Wilder will know my name
And he'll call all the time
'Til he does can one of you guys lend her
A dime?
Just an apartment
With no roaches and no dry rot
Where the hot water comes out hot
That's my Hollywood dream
Your resolution
Is to write something that gets shot
With approximately the plot
I first had in my head
But you'll get rewritten even after you're dead
It's a year to begin a new life
Find a place somewhere quiet
Somewhere pretty
When you have a young kid and a wife
Then you need somewhere green far from the city
It's rambling old house with a big apple tree
With a swing for the kid and a hammock for me
I have some good news
It's Dark Windows
You don't let go
I gave Sheldrake an outline Joe
And he's swallowed the bait
Well hallelujah
While you've been buying your fancy clothes
I've been making a lot of notes
Now there's work we should do
Betty you're forgetting that I gave it
To you
You remind me of me long ago
Off the bus full of ignorant ambition
Thought I'd waltz into some studio and achieve overnight recognition
I've seen too many optimists sinking like stones
Felt them suck all the marrow clean out of my bones
I love Dark Windows
But I can't write it on my own
Can't we speak on the telephone?
All my evenings are free
Hey just a minute
I'm the fella who bought the ring
Artie this is a business thing
It's important to me
You'll on location in Clinch Tennessee
Please make this your New Year's resolution for me
By this time next year
I will get my foot in the door
Next year I know I've gotta score
An amazing success
Cut to the moment
When they open the envelope
Pass the statuette to Bob Hope
And it's my name you hear
We'll be down on our knees
Outside Grauman's Chinese
Palm prints there on the street
Immortality's neat
This time next year
This time next year
We'll have nothing to fear
Contracts all signed
Three-picture deal
Yellow brick road career
Hope we're not still saying these things
This time next year
You know what I think I am available next year
In fact I'm available right now
Joe that's great
Hey listen
Can you put me up for a couple of weeks?
It just so happens we have a vacancy on the couch
I'll take it
Yes?
Max it's Mr. Gillis
I want you to do me a favor
I'm sorry I cannot talk now Mr. Gillis
No listen I want you take my old suitcase
I'm sorry I'm attending to madame
What do you mean?
She found a razor in your room and she cut her wrists
Happy new year
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne my dear
For auld lang syne