| The seats have been bought
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| Overcoats been taken off
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| Read the reviews, they were off the charts
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| The anticipation is practically steaming in the room
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| I hear the set design is state of the art
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| A bright young singer is the lead of the show
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| He is as handsome as he’s talented
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| He’s got that certain kind of je ne sais quoi
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| A potential superstar
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| Women and men, ladies and gents
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| Upper crust and working folks
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| Blockbusters, dishwashers
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| Lady killers and floor moppers
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| Take to your seats the show starts in ten
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| An elder lady clears her throat, then turns to her spouse
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| Says she’s not quite sure what all this fuss is about
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| Dear, the cast has virtually been showered in Tonys
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| Lawrence Olivier Awards and Obies
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| Line the ladies up in sequin bathing suits of fine design
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| Let’s marvel as they dance, revel in the glance
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| You’ve never seen more dashing a show
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| Bathed in coordinated lighting, the evening’s singer announces his entré
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| In the roaring applause, a pistol he draws
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| And blows his brains all over the stage
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| Hence it’s showtime
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| Wretched pantomime
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| Is this some sort of sick joke
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| Played on well-paying folks
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| What a selfish swine
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| Showtime
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| And from his head on the boards arose
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| A cloud of hazy grey smoke
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| Showtime |