Norma:There's been a call
What did I say?
They want to see
Me right away
Joe, Paramount,
They love our child
Mr DeMille
Is going wild

But it was some fool assistant
Not acceptable at all
If he wants me, then Cecil
Himself must call

Joe:I don't know if this is a time to stand on ceremony
Norma:I've been waiting twenty years now
What's a few more days, my dear?
It's happened, Joe,
I told you so: the perfect year

Joe:It took her three days
And she was ready
She checked with her astrologer,
Who sacrificed a chicken
She dressed up like a pharaoh,
Slapped on a pound of make-up
And set forth in her chariot
Poor Norma,
So happy,
Re-entering her kingdom