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A Chorus Line - Broadway 3,389th performance finale

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Original production portrayal by entire cast. (Martha Swope)

"One (Finale)" is the fifteenth and final musical number in A Chorus Line, and is performed by the whole company.

Lyrics[]

Boys:
One singular sensation
Every little step he takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that he makes.
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
You know you'll never be lonely with you know who.
One moment in his presence
And you can forget the rest.
For the guy is second best
To none,
Son.
Ooh! Sigh! Give him your attention.
Do...I...really have to mention?
He's the One
She walks into a room
And you know
Girls:
She's un-
Commonly rare, very unique,
Peripatetic, poetic and chic.
All:
She walks into a room
And you know from her
Maddening pose, effortless whirl,
She's the special girl.
Stroll-ing,
Can't, help,
All of her qualities extol-ling.
Loaded with charisma is my
Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler.
She walks into a room
And you know you must
Shuffle along, join the parade.
She's the quintessence of making the grade.
This is whatcha call
Trav-ling.
Oh, strut your stuff!
Can't get enough
Of her.
Love her.
I'm a son of a gun,
She is one of a
Kind...
(Boys & Girls parts simultaneously):
Boys:
One singular sensation
Every little step she takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that she makes.
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
You know you'll never be lonely with you know who.
One moment in her presence
And you can forget the rest.
For the girl is second best
To none,
Son.
Ooh! Sigh! Give her your attention.
Do...I...really have to mention?
She's the One
Girls:
She walks into a room
And you know from her
Maddening pose, effortless whirl,
She's the special girl.
Stroll-ing,
Can't, help,
All of her qualities extol-ling.
Loaded with charisma is my
Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler.
She walks into a room
And you know you must
Shuffle along, join the parade.
She's the quintessence of making the grade.
This is whatcha call
Trav-ling.
Oh, strut your stuff!
Can't get enough
Of her.
Love her.
I'm a son of a gun,
She is one of a
Kind...
All:
One singular sensation
Every little step she takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that she makes.
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
You know you'll never be lonely with you know who.
One moment in her presence
And you can forget the rest.
For the girl is second best
To none,
Son.
Ooh! Sigh! Give her your attention.
Do...I...really have to mention?
She's the...
She's the...
She's the...
One!

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