cast:

JI, his daughter,

the narrator,

JI the Script

U.R.Finn, 3-21-98

 

 

 

Fera Jack, the priest,

Eloise, and the Chorus

 

 

to the songlist...

 

Scene 1. City Hall.

Stage Left City Hall. Center: Church of Go, with the 'd' dangling from the end of the sign. Right: An older building with an awful lot of phone lines extending to it.

On stage the chorus, JI, and his daughter, and the narrator.

Narrator: Good Evening. This is the story of JI, one Joseph Immanuel, your quintessential bad guy. He has power. He evokes fear. He brings bad tidings when you are near. This makes him a hard man to get close too. His wife and his past long ago left him.

JI has one thing which means more to him than anything else. He has a daughter. She is getting a wee bit on, past prime, and kept behind where other girls might be in their search for a husband because her father, indeed, cares so much about her and because JI has promised that any man who would marry his daughter would regret lots, lots more. JI has been mayor of Louisville for a long time and the meaning of his message has assured him that the one thing which means more to him will remain that.

Once every four years JI does what must be done. He runs for his office and he always wins. This year will not likely be an exception. But it is complicated by the fact that recently his daughter has taken a shine to man he is running against in the race. That man's name is Fera Jack. His own story is complicated enough that, I think, I had better let the show begin first and explain later.

So without further ado, I give you our next mayor of Louisville, Kentucky. Friends, ladies, gentlemen, allow me to introduce the honorable and most distinguished JI.

 

J. I. - sung by the Chorus and JI.

(Directions on song: 2nd, 3rd, 5th, 6th verses have a separate track for JI's daughter; lyrics not given here.)

Chorus:

 

j i j i

J I stands for Jo-seph I-man-u-el.

He's not just your ord-nair-ry he-ro.

On a scale from zil-lion to ze-ro,

He out-ranks the likes of Ne-ro.

JI:

 

i m i m

I'm not just a no-ther no good.

I'm the big-gest no good ev-er.

Chorus:

 

In this town when you think what should,

In-stant-ly the word is ne-ver.

Chorus:

 

n o n o

JI:

 

N O spells no that much I know.

How dumb you think that I do stink?

Chorus:

 

He can't have you. You can't have him.

No words more true, now I said them.

b r b r

JI:

 

Be or not be that is the que-stion.

I gua-ran-tee his con-fes-sion

To a crime of no re-cog-ni-tion.

Chorus:

 

He would van-ish. No re-demp-tion.

g i g i

JI:

 

Gee I al-most wish you would ob-ject.

Been so long since, al-most for-get

What it's like when some-one re-gret

Hav-ing caused my dis-a-gree-ment.

Chorus:

 

d c d c

De-ce-vi-ous ge-ne ro-si-ty.

JI:

 

What are fa-thers for if not pom-pos-i-ty?

There is on-ly one thing in all e-ter-ni-ty,

As long as not re-vealed, I am to be:

Chorus:

 

j i j i

JI:

 

J I stands for all that's good in me.

That ain't much but gi-ven his-to-ry,

I pledge a-leg-giance to all who can not see

Deep in the hearts of thine en-e-my!

Chorus:

 

j i j i

J I stands for just i-ma-gi-na-ry,

Just a-noth-er or-din-ary nar-rie

JI:

 

Ne-ver! Ne-ver was and ne-ver will be

Just a-no-ther or-din-ar-rie na-rie.

Chorus:

 

Ne-ver was and ne-ver will be thus, like us.

 

Narrator: JI, every young man's idea of the perfect father-in-law. It makes you wonder 'Who is this guy that JI's daughter wants so badly?' First, let's be honest and note it is surprising that anyone would run against JI. Indeed Fera Jack is desperate. We presume he loves JI's daughter, but what is love? More importantly how can JI benefit from its more lucrative side effects? And the number one side effect is SEX, the glue that binds the universe into a working factory. This is Fera Jack's world. It is the world he was born into. His mother ran a house of ill repute and much love, and, of some money. But as Fera Jack got older so did his mother and all of her comrades, and the money was much less. Fera Jack grew up and took over a failing business. And he made a strategic move. He set his mother and her comrades up into one of Louisville's finer pay phone shops.

One thing further. Fera Jack's father is missing. He has been. In fact Fera Jack has never seen his father who was behind bars when the lad was born. Some say absence makes the heart grow fonder. You be the judge.

 

 

King of the Lucky - sung by everyone individually and the chorus.

 

JI:

 

I'm the king of the luc-ky.

I'm their heart and soul.

In Louis-ville Ken-tuc-ky,

I'm the man you - owe.

Chorus:

 

When you're at the ra-ces,

Win or place or show,

JI:

 

Jo-seph, Ma-ry, Je-zus,

I'm the one you owe.

JI's daughter:

 

I'm the pret-ty young maid-en,

Chorus:

 

Not so young any-more.

JI's daughter:

 

My good looks are - fa-ding.

Chorus:

 

Soon they'll be no - more.

J I is her fad-der.

J I did once swore.

JI:

 

An-ny man that got her

Chorus:

 

Would get lots lots more.

Fera Jack:

 

I'm a fin-ne-gan fake

Fe-ra Jack is my name.

Make it no mi-is-take,

I won't play his - game.

Chorus:

 

He is our - sav-iour,

Nine - ze-ro ze-ro fame.

Give no man real fa-vor,

Vir-tu-al serves the same.

Eloise:

 

I'm the pre-vious lad's mo-ther.

El-o-ise is my name.

Did I say or did I ut-ter,

El-o-ise is my name.

Chorus:

 

She is not a think-er.

Mo-ther of the lea-der of our gang.

What she lacks in An-kra,

Makes up for in Sai Pang.

Priest:

 

I'm the pre-vious lad's fad-der,

Fa-ther Pla-to is my name.

Pre-vi-ous-ly, I had ra-ther,

Real good time in Sai Pang.

Chorus:

 

But the lad doe-sn't know, ve-ry sad,

On-ly knows his real dad by name,

Priest:

 

He thinks his dad is real-ly dead.

Don't know how to ex-plain.

Chorus:

 

We're the ones who fell from grace

Too old to play the game.

He sent us in to dis-grace.

He brought us back to new fame.

What we use to do - .

Do we now by phone.

Nine ze-ro ze-ro gua-ran-tee,

Good time on your own.

 

Scene 2. Street Scene.

A push cart that sells lottery tickets is wheeled into place.

On stage, everybody but the priest. He arrives in a hurried fashion to the street scene with sirens briefly in the background. Initially the focus is on the arrival of the priest. On arrival the priest slows his pace, and approaches the lottery cart.

 

Cart Attendant. "Hey Fadder, I got the lucky lottery ticket for you. One dollar, one ticket, and a chance to do whatever you like."

 

The priest makes the purchase, and as the attendant hands the ticket to the priest the ticket escapes and is blown toward the church. The audience should be able to see that JI's daughter is reeling in the ticket with the fishing pole. He then sings.

 

 

interlude - sung by the Priest and chorus.

Priest:

 

I've been walk-ing thru the des-ert for a long, long time.

Chorus:

 

Al-le-lieu-a.

Priest:

 

And I think it's got-ten har-der since I start-ed out.

Chorus:

 

Al-le-lieu-a.

Chorus

& Priest:

 

And I'm pray-ing God that you can make a win-ner yet.

Chorus:

 

Please God let me.

Priest:

 

Let me be the big fat win-ner of the lot-te-ry.

Chorus:

 

Please God let me.

Priest:

 

I've been walk-ing thru the des-ert for a long, long time.

 

 The priest moves to the church where the ticket makes its final escape and the next song begins.

 

Song 3 - sung by chorus, priest, and Fera Jack.

(Parts are not given in strict sequence.) 

Chorus:

 

A priest much march to hea-ven

With Je-zus at his side.

Tak-ing care of ba-re-thren,

A pray-ing when they've died.

That they'll all come back to-ge-ther

A-cross the great di-vide.

And we'll spend our lives for-ev-er

With Je-zus at our side.

 

 

Priest:

 

Just say no to

Com-pli-ments for free.

But if some-one's wil-ling, wil-ling

will will will will wil-ling

To com-pen-sate for me,

then it's steal-ing, steal-ing, steal-ing

and that's for me, me, me,

me, me, me me, me me, me me me me me,

it's part of my des-ti-na-ny.

 

 

Fera Jack:

 

Fe-ra Jac-ha, that's the name gave me,

By my real dad, real dad, real dad,

Gen-u-ine mys-ter-ry.

Should have stayed home, stayed home, stayed home.

But he left mom-my, mom-my, mom-my.

Went to Up-state Se-cu-ri-ty.

 

 

Chorus:

 

A priest must preach re-li-gion

And make us think it's real.

En-sure a smooth tran-sis-tion

And keep us far from Hell.

And when our time is all o-ver

And we lie down real still,

He will make time move lots slow-er,

Un-til time takes our will.

 

Priest:

 

But you don't know?

Not en-ti-re-ly?

What you think I...Have you ev-er?

Heard of Stink? StinkWink-y?

Think it is I should be.

I don't look like

Who or what I, I use to be

be be be be be be

be be be be be be be be be be

Up-state se-cu-ri-ty.

 

 

Fera Jack:

 

God knows bet-ter, if I lose next week

I don't stand a chance ne-ver will win.

Not a chance we can win.

J. I. don't want don't want me to

Get too close to his love-ly daugh-ter

Don't want me be in her un-der wear.

 

 

Chorus:

 

A priest much give us rea-son,

Why we should think be-lieve.

Tell us why God would e-ven

Make A-dam be-fore Eve?

Why the wo-men will be gi-ven

What man will al-ways need?

De-sire, de-bate, and de-ci-sion,

Be-fore they plant their seed.

 

 

Priest:

 

Came here to find Find my fa-mi-ly.

Her name ryhmes with it ryhmes all times

Not some-times but all times

It ryhmes with pre-ty please.

She was then a...

In church what's called a mom to be

A-ny-bo-dy A-ny-bo-dy A-ny one

A-ny-bo-dy here

Here named El-o-ise?

 

 

 

The priest finds his ex-wife and his son he has never seen.

 

Fera Jack: "Will you be staying awhile father."

 

The priest: "Yes, my son. I think I will."

 

Eloise: "The church is in sure need of repair, but I think we can have it soon ready for the masses, Father."

 

The priest: We will need a vigorous choir to make it sing, Eloise. I count on your support.

 

At this point, JI's daughter begins the next song.

 

Love Song - sung by JI's daughter, Fera Jack, and JI.

JI's daughter:

 

I know he's not like the rest.

I know he's not.

I know's he's not.

Fera Jack:

 

I know she's not like the rest.

I know she's not.

I know she's not.

JI's daughter:

 

When he looks at me all the rest

Fades far, far a-way,

Fades far, far a-way.

Fera Jack:

 

She can sing with the ve-er-ry best.

I must con-fess

I'm much im-pressed.

JI's daughter:

 

Ev-ry time I think of him

My, my, oh me!

I'm so hap-py.

Fera Jack:

 

I love her and she loves me.

My, my, oh me.

I'm so hap-py.

 JI:

 

Ev-ry night I pray

He ac-ci-dent-ly goes a-way.

Ne-ver heard from a-gain.

Lost in ne-ver ne-ver land

Can't come back, won't pre-tend.

I pray a most de-cei-vi-ous grin.

Fera Jack:

 

I won't let you rule the day.

You're mayor now, not for long,

Tues-day's when vo-ters say

A fair-er style, a light-er song.

And if I win I'll make you pay.

Fera Jack & JI:

 

With these words we du-i-ta-bly

Doub-ble-ly de-clare:

Fera Jack & JI:

 

/ May the best man win

\ May the worst man win

Fera Jack:

 

Vo-ters de-cide if she is my bride.

JI:

 

I'd would n't count on it. No.

 

 

 

 

Scene 3. Campaign Pep Rally.

Red, white, and blue campaign banners. Again the cart attendant is on the scene and initially in the background, Fera Jack is making a campaign speech at center stage.

 

Cart Attendant: "Hey Fadder, do you want to buy a ticket to fame and glory?"

 

The priest: "Certainly! Everyman should have a second chance ... for fame and glory."

 

Cart Attendant: "Indeed."

 

The priest: "Tell me my good fellow, what kind of chance does the young lad have in the race against the incumbent mayor.?

 

Cart Attendant: "Fadder, JI's won this race every four years for the last 35 years. You couldn't get a bet for a million to one against him. The Fera Jack ass doesn't stand a chance."

 

The exchange is made, but this time the priest grabs above the ticket and breaks off the fishing line, tips his priestly hat, and turns his back and moves to listen to the speech.

 

Fera Jack: "You know and I know that this is not a race between a Democrat and a Republican. This is not a race between one man and another man. This is not a race between one form of good and another. This is not a race between two fair men who fight by the rules and play the game fairly. This is a race between a machine and me. A machine that is indifferent and me who has grown up and understand you, your needs, your conditions, your inclinations, and most certainly your aspirations. There is only a short time before the vote is taken and everyone of must understand our lives and our livelihoods are at stake. This is not a mere scrimmage for some trophy. This is WAR to loose or sustain our very existence. <big gasp> Ladies I charge you to act now and go to the phones and do what you do so well and make this short time while you can what you can now.

 

Following an applause:

 

Fera Jack: "Remember it is our WAR!"

 

And chanting of war, war, war can be heard from the crowd as everyone leaves the stage except Elosie and the priest who walk off slowly together.

 

 

 

Scene 4. Eloise's Apartment.

From here you can see the street below and the apartment of Fera Jack, both are currently unlit. The apartment is on a level above the stage. From the stage it is accessible by covered set of stairs with a door at the bottom. At the top of the stairs there is another door with a glass window into the apartment. Eloise is walking home with the priest. You can hear chants in the back ground of war, war, war.

 

Eloise: "It was a fine campain pep rally that Fera had. The boy has the tounge of his father."

 

The priest: "He speaks well Eloise, and speaking of speaking, there is something I need to..."

 

Eloise: "Handsome like his father."

 

The priest: "Eloise listen, I would like to ask you out for a date."

 

Eloise: "Oh holy jesus, Father, how can a priest do a thing like that?"

 

The priest: "Quite simply my darling, how about half past six?"

 

Elosie goes up the steps to her apartment and still outside at the top of the steps she begins the next song.

 

For The War - sung by Eloise and the Chorus.

Eloise:

 

Some - thing - some-thing for

Some - thing - for the war

Hump - ing - bump-ing whore

Some - thing - for the war

Ev - ry - day I Iive

Ev - ry - day I give

Do - ing - some-thing for

Some - thing - for the war.

<spoken>

 

("Long - go - had it bad" - 1 - 2 - 3)

Eloise:

 

Long - go - had it bad

Chorus Individual:

 

Sai - Paing - was no good

Eloise:

 

Our - thing - of-ten had

Chorus Individual:

 

More - pain - than it should

Eloise:

 

Then - my - on-ly son

Chorus:

 

Took - the - biz-ness on

Kept - us - off the street

No - more - trick for treat.

<spoken>

 

("We - had - 9 0 0" - 1 - 2 - 3)

Chorus:

 

We - had - 9 0 0

for - our - re-tire-ment

No - one - had to know

Our - pre - dic-a-ment.

Eloise:

 

Too - much - ex-peer-i-ence.

Chorus Individual:

 

We've - seen - bet-ter days.

Eloise:

 

Too - much - left to chance

Chorus Individual:

 

Talks - cheap - but it pays

<spoken>

 

("Tues - Day - is vo-ting day"-1 - 2 - 3)

Eloise:

 

Tues - day's - vo-ting day

J - I - swears we'll pay.

Af - ter - next Tues-day

We - must - go a-way

Chorus:

 

If - our - fav-rit son

Lo - ses - e-lec-tion

Eloise:

 

Phone - sex - for-bi-den

For sen - ior - ci-ti-zen.

<spoken>

 

("Wants - his - own phone shop" - 1 - 2 - 3)

Chorus:

 

Want - his - own phone shop

But - he'd di-scri-mi-nate

He'd - ed - li-mi-nate.

All - who - could not stop

Eloise:

 

What - they - did be-fore

Chorus Individual:

 

E - ven - if hi-den

Eloise:

 

Sex - is - for-bi-den

Chorus Individual:

 

Af - ter - four-ty four

<spoken>

 

("Best - chance - we can take" - 1 - 2 - 3)

Chorus:

 

Best - chance - we can take

Ev - ry - thing we make

Ne - ver - ne-ver fake

Art - is - for art's sake

Eloise:

 

What - we - we must do

Chorus:

 

We - do - do for you.

Eloise:

 

Don't - make - dreams come true

Dreams - will - have to do

 

Eloise goes into her apartment. She telephones her son and his apartment lights up.

 

Fera Jack: "Hello."

 

Eloise: "Hello Fera?"

 

Fera Jack: "Hello mom. Did you catch the speech?"

 

Eloise: "I caught me something bigger."

 

Fera Jack: "What do you mean mom?"

 

Eloise: "I caught me a priest!"

 

Fera Jack: "I'm sorry mom did you..."

 

Eloise: "Yes, I said a priest! The good father of the Church of Go"

 

Fera Jack: "God"

 

Eloise: "has asked me to go out on a date with him?"

 

Fera Jack: "Good God!"

 

Clock changes to six thirty and a priest buzzes at the door below.

 

Eloise: [gasp]

 

Fera Jack: "What was that?"

 

Eloise: "What do I do if asks me to marry him?"

 

Fera Jack: "Mother we are just talking about a date. For heaven's sake!"

 

Eloise: "But I've never been out on a date with anybody but your father. I won't know what to say.

 

Fera Jack: "Try saying nothing mother. Nothing. You know nothing."

 

More buzzing from below:

 

Eloise: "Mum's the word son. Bye Bye"

 

He hangs up and his apartment returns to being unlit.

 

More buzzing

 

Eloise: He rings that doorbell just like (and she points to a portrait of her previous husband) you did. Perky kind of.

 

She goes to the door, opens, and yells down:

 

Eloise: "Come on up."

 

She closes the door. And goes and sits. He comes up the stairs. There is no glass in the glass door. He pokes his head through and says:

 

The priest: "You still haven't got this thing fixed"

 

Eloise gets up, turns, and says

 

Eloise: "Oh Father. You're here?"

 

The priest: "Yea Eloise. Didn't you here me below?"

 

Eloise: "Indeed Father you rang the buzzer just like he.... did.

 

Eloise turns to the portait of her previous husband and begins the next song.

 Don't Know How To - Sung by Eloise and the Priest.

Eloise:

 

Don't know how to let him go

Wish it it was I could know

Where it was that I could find him?

Whose sweet arms were wrapped a-round him?

Could I e-ver hope to love a-gain?

I don't know. I hope so.

Priest:

 

Would you real-ly like to know

May-be I could prove it so.

Re-mem-ber what I use to say.

If they came and took me a-way

I would come back mar-ry you a-gain.

Will you please mar-ry me?

Eloise:

 

If it's true you what you say.

How can you mar-ry me?

The pope will not let you do it.

<She hold up a nun's habit on a hanger.>

If I be-came a nun could you?

I have al-ways want-ed a ha-bit.

Can I try it on now?

Priest:

 

I think this turns out to be,

Eas-i-er than I had hoped

Hon-ey you wear what ev-er you please

When you got a name like E-lo-ise -

What you want is what you ev-er squeeze

Pleeze squeez meeze E-lo-ise.

 

 

Eloise telephones her son to tell him the good news.

 

Fera Jack: "Hello"

 

Eloise: "I said yes."

 

She hangs up. And Eloise's apartment goes dark.

 

Fera Jack: "Mom, is that you? You said what? What was the question? Mom did you say 'nothing' like you promised? Mom? Mom?"

 

He hangs up the phone and while getting his hat and coat he runs on stage to run over to his mom's apartment. At stage center he sings the next song.

 

 

Make My Dad Happy - Sung by Fera Jack.

 

Fera Jack:

 

 

Please God make my dad hap-py,

No mat-ter where he is,

No mat-ter where he's gone.

 

Please God say hel-lo for me.

Tell him I just spoke with Mom

On the te-le-phone.

 

She sends her re-gards out to him.

Hope he's do-ing fine and O K.

She asks if you will re-mind him

That her love for him will al-ways re-main strong.

And is grow-ing strong-ger stong-er

E-ven since she has met

 

She has met a-no-ther man

Who makes her heart feel like it ought to feel,

I'll have you know.

Why you ne-ver came back is some-thing

I have al-ways want-ed to know a-bout,

But have not

I've ne-ver e-ver asked for

But I think it's time I'd bet-ter.

If JI wins then mo-ther

Will have no place to go

Hope you can think of some-thing

Hope you will not think I'm ask-ing too much of you.

Pleeze dear God I hope you are feel-ing all right to-day.

I have some thing I'd like to ask of you please.

Pleeze dear God I hope you are feel-ing all right to-day.

I have some thing I'd like to ask of you.

Would it be too much if some-one bad had e-pi-pha-ny real quick?

It would make things here much ea-z-ier.

And e-z-ier's not bad

When you con-si-der

All the o-ther po-si-bi-li-ties

That are a-vail-a-ble right now.

 

Please God make my dad hap-py,

No mat-ter where he is,

No mat-ter where he's gone.

 

Please God say hel-lo for me.

Tell him I just spoke with Mom

On the te-le-phone.

 

 

While the song is in progress you can see that JI is towing his daughter by the arm to Fera Jack's. When no one is there he heads off stage. After the song the lights to Eloise's apartment return on. Outside everyone is gathering. JI returns still towing his daughter back on stage from the other side from whence he left and rings the buzzer.

 

More buzzing.

 

Eloise: "That doesn't sound like Fera."

 

The priest: "I'll see who it is."

 

And he heads over to the door with glass in the top half that isn't there and leans thru and shouts:

 

The priest: "Who is it?"

 

And there is a huge noise from the huge crowd. It goes quiet.

 

The priest: "Oh never mind! Come on up!"

 

When the priest sees who it is he begins the next song.

 

Stinky Winky - sung by JI and Chorus.

 

Priest:

 

Stin-ky Win-ky would-n't cry.

So I hit him in the eye.

When he asked 'What's that for?'

I re-plied 'Want some more?'

Stin-ky Win-ky could-n't hide. -

Chorus:

 

I was ab-le to pro-vide.

Priest:

 

Good ole Stink you shoul-d've died.

Chorus:

 

Your ma-ma said you ne-ver lied.

Your dad-dy paid and the judge did de-cide.

Priest:

 

I spent my youth think-ing in-side.

Chorus:

 

Some day will find

Good ole Stink, my long lost friend.

Priest:

 

Best friend ev-er got me pinned.

Priest:

 

When I got out there was-n't an-y.

None of that good and plen-ty.

But I had meeze bet-ter than man-y.

El-O-ease was my hon-ey.

Then you found me

Back I went to the pen

Chorus:

 

Up-State Se-cur-i-ty.

Chorus:

 

Killed the chap-lain, stole his clothes.

Priest:

 

Start-ed a church to give to those

Chorus:

 

Who gives most but who he owes.

Priest:

 

Think-ing Stink that you knows.

If you choose, not to loose,

Would sup-pose I could proves,

Stin-ky Wink's mid-dle name

Chorus:

 

sound-ed aw-ful lot the same.

Priest:

 

Stin-ky J I, a wink a way.

All:

 

Stin-ky J I, a wink a way.

 

 

Wore a red dress on his first school day.

Priest:

 

The sec-ond he peed, the third he played.

 

 

The star-ing role that first Wens-day.

Chorus:

 

The sto-ry of the bo-y who did weep

Look-ing a lot like Lit-tle Bo Peep.

Priest:

 

And when he called for his sheep

They all re-plied:

Chorus:

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Priest:

 

The fol-low-ing day I cut class-es.

Fri-day I learned a-bout the gas-ses

Chorus:

 

You far-ted so much they died on their ars-es.

You had a mask, they had no chan-ces.

Priest:

 

Worse of all you would-n't cry.

And when I made you tell me why.

Chorus:

 

You said they all de-served to die.

Priest:

 

Then I smacked you in the eye.

Chorus:

 

May-be they all got what they de-served.

May-be we'd all be bet-ter served.

Priest:

 

But if you want the truth to be heard

Chorus:

 

Stay in the race and stink a lot

Priest:

 

You stin-ky lit-tle stin-ky turd-

Chorus:

 

Stay in the race and stink a lot

 

 

You stin-ky lit-tle stin-ky turd!

 

During this song the priest marches JI back down though the stairs and onto the stage.

 

After the song, JI releases his daughter's arm and he begins the final song.

 

Sooner or Later - Sung by JI et al.

JI:

 

Soon-er or lat-er we all have to go.

The soon-er the bet-ter, I'll have you know.

I'm tired of be-ing on-ly one who sings so low!

 

 

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JI:

 

What do you think that I care?

It's hard work be-ing your mayor.

No more

I won't do it you can go to heck I quit!

Quit bug-ing me.

I won't do it you can go to...

Eloise:

 

Mo-ral of the sto-ry

If your're to be told

Chorus:

 

There is-n't much glo-ry

In get-ting real old.

Eloise:

 

But old you're bound to get

Af-ter you have been young.

Chorus:

 

Young-er peo-ple need to get rea-dy.

Rea-dy for the time when it's all done

Eloise:

 

Rea-dy, is some-thing you can't prac-tise too of-ten.

JI's daughter:

 

Now that you are to be mayor.

I hope you don't mind if I ask

If you are do-ing any-thing a-bout mar-ring me me

Fera Jack:

 

Think it's time like it or not to say I do.

Eloise:

 

Love con-quers all.

 

 

La-ove con-quers sin.

Chorus:

 

But if you have to call

Eloise:

 

To get sa-tis-fac-tion.

Chorus:

 

We make this prom-ise to all of our cus-to-mers.

Give us just your time and we'll make it.

Some-thing like a de-vine be-ne-fit.

We talk so ot-hers can lis-ten af-ter hours.

Eloise:

 

Mo-ney, ho-ney

Priest:

 

Is-n't free.

Eloise:

 

Don't ask too ma-ny ques-tions.

Or I'll run out of an-swers that make sense

Priest & JI

 

Which is not fun

Eloise:

 

But if you ask me nice-ly I will an-swer

Chorus:

 

Give all you got

 

 

And give what you re-ceive

Eloise:

 

Put it in a pot and split it eve-n-ly.

Priest & JI

 

Take faith but be-lieve in on-ly that which is not.

Chorus:

 

J I's day is fi-nal-ly ov-er.

Fera Jack

 

We sa-lute the old and young a-like.

JI's daughter:

 

But time has run its course a-gain.

All:

 

This play is over.

 

 

In the Begining - the encore song sung can be sung by anybody.

 

 

In the be-gin-ing

There was no end-ing

And we were think-ing

We won.

Mean-ing no-thing

Sure beat pre-ten-ding

It was fun.

 

To-wards the mid-dle

There was no mean-ing

And now there is

Not much.

And the end-ing

Was not pre-tend-ing

Should be such

 

When the morn-ing comes brief-ly

And the chil-dren are real sleep-y

I think it's time to go.