| 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
|
| Simply everyone will be there
|
| But the safety curtain falls
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| When the bomb that’s in the dressing room
|
| Blows the windows from their frames
|
| 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 |