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Musical: Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, The
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BANDLEADER (opening monologue) Oh the little house lay in a green Texas glade where the, trees were as cooling as fresh lemonade. Soft summer wind held a trace of perfume. And a fan was turning in every room. BANDLEADER (add CHORUS) Twenty fans were turning They were turning Twenty fans were turning In every room Fevers were-a burning The were burning And they had to have-a Way to cool down. (spoken monologue) BANDLEADER It had nice watermelons all covered in vines. And-a vegetable garden, a few slender pines. White painted fence, with the roses in bloom. And a fan was turning in every room BANDLEADER (add chorus) Twenty fans were humming They were humming Twenty fans were humming In every room Customers were coming They were coming And they had to have-a Way to cool down. (spoken monologue) Twenty fans were turning They were turning Twenty fans were turning In every room Fevers were-a burning They were burning And they had to have-a Way to cool down Twenty fans were turning They were turning Twenty fans were turning In every room Customers were coming They were coming And they had to have-a Way to cool down Twenty fans were turning They were turning Twenty fans were turning In every room Fevers were-a burning They were burning And they had to have-a Way to cool down [Thanks to Kris Turner for lyrics]
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