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What
if Frank Loesser had written Sweeney Todd?
(Sung
to the tune of Sit Down, You're Rockin' The Boat):
I
dreamed last night that a customer named Turpin,
Came in the shop, for he spied my barber chair.
And as he sat, well, I sharpened up my razor,
For the Judge he had his jury right there!
And
I said to the Judge, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
Said to the Judge, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
And my razor'll work such wonders,
And your blood will flow down your fancy coat!
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
And then I dreamed Mrs. Lovett made a meat pie,
And in this pie there were fingers, toes, and knees.
And people came and they ate up all the meat pies,
So we needed more ingredients to please...
And
I said to the folks, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
Said to the folks, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
Just relax while I strop my razor,
Just a little nick and that's all she wrote!
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
And still I dreamed, this time of a beggar woman,
Who sung of muffs and a jig-jig in the hay.
And as she sung, well I realized, she's crazy,
How could I have known this was Judgment Day?
And
I said to my wife, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
Said to my wife, sit down,
Sit down, I'm slittin' your throat!
And I suddenly felt the panic
Of a sinking man on a sinking boat
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
Sit down I'm slittin' my throat!
Sit down, I'm slittin' my throat!
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What If Sheldon Harnick and Jerry
Bock Had Written "A Chorus Line"
(Sung to the tune of
"Tradition")
ZACH
A dancer on the stage? Sounds crazy, no? But in our
little theater on Broadway, all these boys and girls
want is to be dancers on the stage, each of them trying
to earn their place in the chorus. It isn't easy. You
may ask how do they get there? How do they earn their
place? That I can tell you in one word: Audition.
THE DANCERS
AUDITION, AUDITION! AUDITION!
AUDITION, AUDITION! AUDITION!
ZACH
Because of our auditions, dancers are always putting
themselves on the line. They wear these leotards and
tights, which makes it easier for them to dance.
WHO EVERY DAY MUST TAKE A LOT OF CLASSES,
SWEAT THEIR LITTLE BUTTS OFF
LEARN A LOT OF STEPS.
AND WHO EVERY DAY MUST GO TO OPEN CALLS,
THAT'S IF THEY WANT TO GET THE JOB?
THE DANCERS
THE DANCERS, THE DANCERS!
AUDITION!
THE DANCERS, THE DANCERS!
AUDITION!
WHO MUST KNOW THE WAY TO DO BALLET AND
TAP,
AND ALSO SING, AND ALSO DANCE?
WHO MUST KNOW THE WAY TO SHMOOZE AND PLAY THE GAME,
SO THEY WILL HIRE US TO DO THEIR SHOW?
THE DANCERS, THE DANCERS!
AUDITION!
THE DANCERS, THE DANCERS!
AUDITION!
CONNIE
AT SIX I GOT A BROADWAY SHOW,
I DANCED IN KING AND I.
I'VE BEEN AROUND FOR SO DAMN LONG
I HOPE HE TAKES ME.
THE DANCERS
THE DANCERS! THE DANCERS!
AUDITION!
THE DANCERS! THE DANCERS!
AUDITION!
CASSIE
I ONCE HAD SEX WITH ZACH,
WE FELL IN LOVE, IT'S TRUE.
BUT THEN WE WENT AND SPLIT UP
NOW MY CAREER IS THROUGH.
PLEASE LET ME, PLEASE LET ME,
AUDITION!
PLEASE LET ME, PLEASE LET ME,
AUDITION!
ZACH
Of course, not all dancers are made
equal. Some have more talent than others. Some are able
to pick up the steps faster. For example, there was the
time when one thought it was a step and the other
thought it was a kick…
VARIOUS DANCERS
It was a step…
It was a kick…
It was a step…
It was a kick…
It was a step - a kick - a step - a kick…
Step - kick - step - kick -
Step kick kick leap kick touch...
ZACH
Auditions. Without our auditions their
lives would be as shaky as… As a dancer on the stage
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What
if Irving Berlin had written West Side Story?
(Sung
to the tune of You Can't Get A Man With A Gun):
When
Jets start to grumble,
There's gonna be a rumble,
So you'd best pack a knife or gun.
'Cause when they rumble hard - oh
You know Riff and Bernardo
Will be dead when that rumble is done.
When Jets start in dancin'
There's no time for romancin'
When one's White and one's Mexicun.
And when Tony starts hummin'
And singin' something's comin'
Then you know he'll end up on the run.
On the run,
On the run,
People die and then he's on the run
But
he'd drink Sangria,
If he could wed Maria
In the hot Puerto Rican sun.
But because of the tiff and
Bernardo stabbing Riff and
Tony killing her bro
What the schmo doesn't know
Is that Chino is packing a gun.
When finger's start snappin'
Then something's bound to happen
All that tension can't be much fun.
Still Maria feels pretty
While somewhere in the city
Chino's still on the prowl with that gun.
The
Jets try to stay cool
With dancing that is way cool
While this tragedy's almost done.
But while Tony's confessing
Maria is undressing -
On the street Chino waits with his gun.
With his gun,
With his gun -
They have sex while he waits with his gun.
Anita gets taunted,
And Chino is undaunted
As he fires his loaded gun.
Tony runs for Maria
He's one dead quesedilla
Tony's shot in the chest
She's depressed - very stressed,
And yes now West Side Story is done.
What if Alan Menken and Howard Ashman had
written Phantom of the Opera?
(Sung
to the tune of Belle):
Who is that person hiding in the shadows,
Why is he near that chandelier?
Who is he behind the mask
Do you really have to ask?
It's the Phantom of The Opera, my dear.
He loves Christine because she sings so sweetly
She makes the music of the night.
So he takes her to his lair
With his great big organ there,
Then she takes his mask off and gets quite a fright.
Oh, what a dreadful nightmare,
Such a horrid face - yet, so well dressed.
Will she remain a captive?
Or will she be rescued by Raoul who she loves best...
He can appear and disappear at random,
He likes to hang the stagehands, too.
He is known as Opera Ghost,
If you cross him you are toast.
He's the Phantom of The Opera
He's the Phantom of The Opera
That's the Phantom of The Opera to you!
What if
Stephen Sondheim had written Bye, Bye Birdie?
(Sung
to the tune of Company):
Birdie,
Birdie,
Birdie baby, Birdie buby-
Conrad, Conrad darling -
Birdie I've got something to tell you,
Birdie they are going to draft you...
Birdie they are going to take you away,
Birdie there is something we wanted to say...
Birdie honey, Birdie fella, is it Bye Bye?
Birdie darling, Birdie buby, I'm gonna cry -
Birdie babe I need you to help me
Have you ever heard of Sweet Apple?
Birdie can you go there on Saturday night?
Birdie if you can things will turn out all right!
Birdie can you go to Sweet Apple,
And while you're there sing a song?
Birdie will you go to Sweet Apple
And kiss a girl named Kim,
Please kiss a girl named Kim,
She loooooooooooooves you...
Hips
thrust, groin moves, in comes Conrad B.
Girls lust, he grooves, in comes Conrad B.
One tune, they swoon, happily
They gawk, they talk - telephone calls...
They scheme, they dream when they see
Conrad's photos up on their walls.
So cute,
So cute, look at those lips,
So cute, shaking those hips,
Our Conrad is cute - and we're his
Good and crazy people his fans!
Those good and crazy people his teenage fans!
And that's what it's all about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about, really about...
Conrad B!
Conrad B!
We love Conrad B.
We need Conrad B.
We want Conrad B.
Conrad B.
Born Too Late
Music and Lyrics by Bruce Kimmel
I’ve always felt I was born too late
That this is not my time
That this is not my place
I hate the music – hate the clothes they wear
They just can’t compare
With the way it was in my favorite era
Don’t you think it’s sad when they clear away
Everything that’s great
But what if I could find a time machine
And go back in time, to the time that was prime
To the wonderful time where I’m
At the disco
I want disco
I want dancin’ and romancin’ at the disco
Where the colored lights are turning
The fever’s always burning
On Saturday night, baby, everything’s right
At the disco
Gimme disco
Where the white suits are the right suits at the disco
Where the beat is always thumpin’
The joint is always jumpin’
The air is alive, c’mon, baby, let’s drive
Down the Disco Highway
Hearin’ disco music On the Radio
You know you Can’t Stop the Music at the YMCA
It’s a Disco Inferno, so Shake Your Booty today
With my hair so big it looks like a hive
Got the Night Fever, baby, and I Will Survive
(dance break)
At the disco
I love disco
I’m arrivin’ and I’m thrivin’ at the disco
While the Macho Men keep movin’
The Bee Gees keep on groovin’
How deep is your love – that’s what I’m dreamin’
of
At the disco
Bring back disco
Like a jolt’a John Travolta at the disco
Where you love to do The Hustle
Give Bad Girls all your muscle
And dance all night long – baby, what can go wrong
I want disco
Gimme disco
I love disco
Bring back disco
Save the Last Dance for me
At the disco – ‘cause that’s where I want to be!
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