Who Knows? lyrics

[RUTHIE RIVKIN]
New York is a wonderful town
A very stimulating place to be
It's full of galleries and exhibitions
Most are absolutely free
And concerts like at Lewisohn Stadium
Plus, at Carnegie Hall
I sit way up top, with its wonderful acoustics
That's where it sounds best of all
Art lectures at the Metropolitan
I attended Ancient Greece the other day

[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
Really?

[RUTHIE RIVKIN]
The modern dance and ballet
At the YMNWHA

[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
Hah

[RUTHIE RIVKIN]
And legitimate plays on Broadway, oh
Don't you think Odette's is great?
[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
Great

[RUTHIE RIVKIN]
Not downstairs, of course, I get last minute balcony
Down at Grey's cut rate
What better way can a single girl
With leisure spare time find?
Than to go around, broaden out her background
Also improve her mind?
Plus
It gives more chance for meeting up with people
Wouldn't you say?

[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
I guess

[RUTHIE RIVKIN]
Such as certain members of the opposite sex
She hopes to get involved with some day
And who can tell? Who knows?
When they might come one's way

Who knows when I'll see him, who knows?
Or why it'll be him, who knows?
Perfect, he doesn't have to be
Good-looking or rich or smart
Long as he's crazy after me
And we see heart to heart
Who knows when he'll be here, who knows?
One day, he'll see me there and hold out his arms
First he'll kiss me
Say he loves me
And then
Propose
But why, where, when, who knows?

[HARRY BOGEN]
Well, I guess like Teddy Asch would say
I'd better make with the beat
Tomorrow's gonna be a real busy day
Before the new deal is complete

[RUTHIE RIVKIN, spoken]
Congratulations, Harry
On the business

[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
Thanks
Although "congratulations" may be just a tiny bit premature
I know where my ten grand for Apex Modes is coming from
I just haven't exactly gotten my hands on it yet

[RUTHIE RIVKIN, spoken]
Harry
I've got ten thousand dollars
Well, Papa had, but it's for me
Or, rather, for the man I marry
[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
Ruthie, I–
It isn't you, it's the Bronx
You wanna stay, I gotta get out
What you're entitled to get for your ten grand
Right now, I haven't got to give

[RUTHIE RIVKIN]
First he'll kiss me
Say he loves me
And then
Propose
But why, where, when, who knows?