� I'm Lulu I'm Fifi I'm Feather Colette I'm Pepe I'm Brad � I've had all kinds of luck I've waddled through the muck I've played the wild duck in Krakow Through all the world I've toured But it just leaves me bored So tell me what am I fit for now? They say the feet survive But watch the sheet that I've laid In some lousy dive in Bilbao And Chekhov's seagull too I even played the zoo But tell me what am I fit for now? Away from Paris I'm filled with goose and wee Where is the joie de vivre in these wings? And in La Cage aux Folles Life was so subtle Oui, mon chéri I know why the cage bearer sings I flew through Asia twice As muzzled goose on ice Pet alpaca and rice Which am I now? For each cocoon he set I killed Suzanne Plachette But tell me what am I fit for What am I fit for now? What am I fit for now?