It's An Art (Working the Musical)[Piano Accompaniment]*Short Introduction

From the 1978 musical Working, based on the book Working: People Talk About What They Do All Day and How They Feel About What They Do written by Studs Terkel.
Words and Music by Stephen Schwartz.
Sung by Dolores Dante and Customers at the beginning of Act Two.
4 bars intro.
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Lyrics:
I have to be a waitress. How else does the world come to be?
Everyone has hunger, everyone wants to eat and I serve them.
I get intoxicated by giving service.
It becomes theatrical and I feel like I’m on stage.
There's some as don't care when they put down a plate
There's a sound - not with me
When they move a chair it'll scrape with a grate
On the ground - not with me
I will have my hand right when I place the glass
Notice how I stand right as customers pass
Serve a demitasse with a gesture so gentle
Or do it again 'till it's near oriental
La la la la la laaa
It's an art, it's an art to be a fine waitress
To see that you pleasure each guest
There's a twist to my wrist when I bring your steak in
Watch how I take in your liver and bacon
It all needs be stylish and smart
That's what makes it an art
I remember one day, as I do now and then
I had shakes, down I went
There with my tray full of coffees
And cordials and cakes, down I went
But I kept my poise, not one guest heard me fall
Never made a noise, not one noise food and all
If you have to crawl you give 'em what they like
You carry your tray like it's almost ballet-like
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
It's an art, it's an art to be a fine waitress
Each evening I treasure the test
Like tonight was a fight cos they had this bus boy
This clothes-all-a-muss-boy
And guests heard him cuss -
Boy did we have a quick “heart-to-heart” -
Even that is an art!
Tips? Ha!
Tips are important to people like captains and barmen
For them, it's a tip, see? For me, I'm a gypsy
Just toss me a coin and I suddenly feel like I'm Carmen
So on through the ulcer, the backache
The hot, sweaty feet, on you go
Through, "Is your knife dull, sir?"
And "Madam wants what with her meat?" on you go
Two am approaches, the curtains descend,
There among the roaches my act's at an end
Every night I tend to find myself crying.
There's no work so trying or so satisfying
I tell everybody that I'm a waitress and I'm proud.
If someone comes up to me and says,
"Hey you're terrific. How come you're just a waitress?"
You know what I say to them?
I say, "Why?
Don't you think you deserve to be served by me?"
It's an art, it's an art to be a great waitress
To do without leisure or rest
So I zoom through the room
With a flair no one else has
An air no one else has
I swear no one else has my lilt
When I say "A la carte"
You can see it gives me a glow
Every time I prove I'm a pro
Maybe I'm not quite Michelangelo
But I'm not just a waitress
I'm a one-woman show!