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Musical: Curtains
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Cioffi (spoken): Detectives have no opening night, Miss Harris. We make our entrance after the curtain has fallen on someone else’s life. Niki (spoken): It isn’t wrong to be married to one’s work, is it? Cioffi: Uh, no. No, not at all. Sometimes it’s no Honeymoon. I love my job I really do And if I say so myself I’m good at it too I catch the bad guys Well, most of the time So it’s a good life A perfectly good life Not exactly sublime When I’ve finished my work And I crawl into bed I reflect as I turn out the lights That the day that’s to come And the week that’s ahead will be Lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights Lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights Niki(spoken): Well, it’s reassuring to have such a dependable schedule, like matinees every Wednesday Cioffi(spoken): Or Brisket and broad beans each Thursday Niki (spoken): With your friends Cioffi: With, uh, yeah, well… I like my pals The guys on the force We’re not very social They’re all married of course Sometime we go bowling Or have a few beers So it’s a fine life A perfectly fine like I’d give it two cheers ‘Cuz sometimes I think At the end of the day When I’ve read the last burglar his rights That the life that I lead Is a little bit grey With its lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights Lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights Niki (spoken): But your acting roles. Well, don’t they make for a change? Cioffi(spoken): Oh, Miss Harris, each year from May 23rd to the 12th of June, when I turn my life over to the Swallow Street Players, that’s more than a vacation for me. It’s an overture of hope. It’s the curtain rising on the greatest joy of my life. (singing) But the rest of the year The life that I lead That’s a little bit grey There are plenty of low days And not many highs Mostly lunch counter mornings And coffee shop nights Cioffi (spoken): I don’t mean to sound forward, but might I walk you home? Niki(spoken): Oh, I’d be delighted, but you said we’re not allowed to leave. [Thanks to Melissa Noble for lyrics]
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