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Did you learn your lines today? |
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Well, there is no rehearsal. |
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The tickets have all been sold |
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For tomorrow's matinee. |
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There's a telegram from the writer, |
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But there is no rehearsal. |
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The electrician has been told |
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To make the spotlights brighter. |
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There is one seat in the circle-- |
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Five hundred million in the stalls. |
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Simply everyone will be there, |
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But the safety curtain falls |
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When the bomb that's in the dressing room |
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Blows the windows from their frames. |
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And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came. |
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There is one seat in the circle-- |
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Five hundred million in the stalls. |
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Simply everyone will be there |
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But the safety curtain falls |
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When the bomb that's in the dressing room |
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Blows the windows from their frames. |
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And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came. |
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When the bomb that's in the dressing room |
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Blows the windows from their frames. |
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And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came. |
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Did you learn your lines today? |
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Well there is no rehearsal. |
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The interval will last until |
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The ice-cream lady melts away. |
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The twelve piece orchestra are here, |
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But there is no rehearsal. |
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The first violinist's hands are chilled-- |
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He's gone deaf in both ears. |
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Well, the scenery is colorful, |
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But the paint is so damn thin. |
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You see the wall behind is crumbling, |
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And the stage door is bricked in. |
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But the audience keep arriving |
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'til they're standing in the wings. |
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And we take the final curtain call, |
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And the ceiling crashes in. |
