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Musical: Wild Party
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(Gunshot. Sirens blare. Visual pandemonium. Curtains fly in. All the women, minus Queenie, Sing and dance) Chorines Queenie was a blonde and her age stood still And she danced twice a day in the vaudeville. She lived at present with a man named Burrs whose act came on just after hers he was comical as sin he was comical as hell a gesture, a grin, and the house would yell… (Burrs, in blackface, comes hurling onstage) Burrs: (coon-shouting, a la Al Jolson) Marie is tricky Sly and sticky Brudda, you watch out for dat gal: She gwina lub-ya like dere’s no tomorr-ah But come tomorr-ah ya gots plenty of sarr-ah… I tole Marie, I said, I lub-ya-I-lub-ya-I-lub-ya! She said I lub ya too! I’d lub ya to up and die and leaves allah-ya money to me! She gwina lub-ya like dere’s no tomorr-ah But come tomorr-ah ya gots plenty of… I tole Marie, I said, I lub-ya-I-lub-ya-I-lub-ya! She said I lub ya too. An’ da ice man An’ da milkman an’ da eggman! Hatchitzidee! (curtains lift to reveal painted Scenery; Queenie and Burrs’ bedroom) Chorines Studio; Bedroom; Bath; Kitchenette: Furnished like a third act passion set: Oriental; Sentimental; They owed two months on the rental. Sunday noon Broiling hot Queenie woke up feeling shot the Sunday tabloid was well supplied with Chorines (Solos) Murder Rape And Suicide! Queenie woke up Unsatisfied [Thanks to Alex Smith for lyrics] Back to main page: Wild Party Lyrics
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