The president’s first hundred days
Was news around the globe
While mine, I’m celebrating
In a corset and a robe

Though he exposed his policies
For critics all to see
Instead I am exposing, well,
An awful lot of me!

I’ve done this gig a hundred times
And still, how it can thrill me
You see, I really can’t believe
Each time it doesn’t kill me

But you know I will continue
I will be here every night
Doing numbers in a fishtail
While I’m burning cellulite

For what’s a mere 100 shows
In the great big scheme of things
When the people need their Diva
And some wind beneath their wings

So fear not because this Showgirl –
Though she’s tired, old and sore –
Will be going on and on until
She does a hundred more!