Author: Mulitple
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Rated: G\/PG<\/i>
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<\/a>Miscellaneous<\/b><\/p>\n by ChiefPam (who reads Dr. Suess far more than she watches musicals, these days…)<\/p>\n Young couple Martha & Jonathan Kent are driving home one evening when they spy a light in the sky … looks like a meteor! In Shuster’s Field! Consumed with curiosity, they investigate … and find themselves a baby in a spaceship. Martha falls in love immediately, with Jonathan not far behind. As they walk back to the truck, they softly recite:<\/p>\n “Look what we found, in the park, in the dark.” from “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish,” by Dr. Suess.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by amac<\/p>\n I have a song running through my mind (lots of room up there) and I have to put it down somewhere. Can’t think of an a-plot, there is no b-plot, and I don’t even know the entire real lyric, or who wrote it. But I have to get it out of my mind, so I thought I’d send it to you. You can play with it if you want. The words have been changed to amuse. Can you name the actual song? the musical? I’ll even give you a clue: The name of the musical has something to do with Superman’s favorite beverage. Have you guessed it yet? Here’s the main part:<\/p>\n Picture me upon your knee, -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>The Pilot<\/b><\/p>\n by Jude AKA Judith Williams<\/p>\n Scene 1: Daytime in Metropolis. A Continental Greyhound Bus comes to a stop and a bespectacled, lean and luscious Clark Kent disembarks. He looks around with wonderment as a male chorus sings in the background:<\/p>\n Metro polis ‘New York, New York’ from On the Town, music by Leonard Bernstein -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Jude AKA Judith Williams<\/p>\n Scene 2: The bullpen. An angry Lois Lane, forced to work with novice reporter, Clark Kent, stalks past him, snapping, “Let’s hit it.”<\/p>\n Clark, quickly following her says, “Do you mind if I ask where we’re going?”<\/p>\n Lois retorts, “To see Platt. He’s convinced the Messenger was sabotaged. And let’s get something straight. I did not work my buns off to become an investigative reporter for the Daily Planet just to baby-sit some hack from nowheresville. You’re not working with me you’re working for me. And another thing, I call the shots; I ask the questions. You are low man, I am Top Banana and that’s the way I like it. Comprende?”<\/p>\n Clark replies, “You like to be on top. Got it.” As they walk up the ramp toward the elevator, Clark stares innocently ahead, opens his mouth and in a pleasant light baritone sings:<\/p>\n You’re the top, As they approach the opening elevator doors, Lois sends Clark an annoyed glare and barks, “Don’t push it, Kent! You’re wa-a-ay out of your league here. In Metropolis, we rock and roll. ‘You’re the Top’, lyrics and music by Cole Porter<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Supermom<\/p>\n SCENE: The bullpen of the Daily Planet.<\/p>\n Cat Grant notices Clark and gives a low wolf whistle. “Hey, who’s the new tight end?” Taking another long and lingering look at Clark’s end, Cat begins to croon in a sultry alto voice.<\/p>\n “When love comes in and takes you for a spin, Cat knew what she had to do and began planning just how she would accomplish it. Farmboy from Kansas? I’ll bet he’s looking for a little taste of home, she thought as a wicked smile curled her lips.<\/p>\n “C’est Magnifique” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Supermom<\/p>\n SCENE: Lois’s apartment<\/p>\n “Did you find an escort to Lex Luthor’s White Orchid Ball?” Lucy Lane asked her older sister.<\/p>\n “Not yet,” Lois answered.<\/p>\n “Lois, it’s tomorrow night! What about Alan? I thought you liked him.”<\/p>\n The conversation continues with Lucy offering suggestions and Lois offering excuses why she can’t or won’t go out with these men.<\/p>\n “I just hate to see you sitting home.”<\/p>\n “I get out plenty. I have dates,” Lois answered defensively.<\/p>\n “You have interviews. It’s not the same thing. Lois, I just want you to meet a super guy.”<\/p>\n Lois swivels to face Lucy, puts her hands on her hips and begins…<\/p>\n “Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun they say, I’m quick on the trigger, When I’m with a pistol *Lucy joins in the chorus:<\/p>\n With a gun, with a gun, If I went to battle I’m cool, brave and daring The gals with umbrellers *With a gun, with a gun, If I shot a rabbit, If I shot an eagle, *With a gun, with a gun, “You Can’t Get a Man With a Gun” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Eraygun<\/p>\n Lois opened the door to her apartment and slammed it shut behind her furiously. She flung her purse and her keys down on the sofa, yanked off her coat and threw it forcefully down on her purse, and stood there with her arms braced on the back of the sofa. She sighed. Oh, I blew it! I didn’t get the interview!”<\/p>\n “No,” Lucy said, coming up behind Lois. She rested her hands on her sister’s tense shoulders, massaging them. “Did he ask you out again?”<\/p>\n “Oh, I don’t know!” Lois replied, frustrated. “I guess so.”<\/p>\n “You guess so? I hope you said yes! Lex Luthor is the world’s most eligible bachelor!” Clearly frustrated with her sister Lucy became more animated “Mr. Right could be out there,” she told Lois, pointing to the window .<\/p>\n “Oh, come back to earth, Lucy! This is reality we’re talking about.” Lois walked to the window and looking a little wistfully down at the street, then up at the sky she begins to sing softly:<\/p>\n There’s a saying old, says that love is blind Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet I’d like to add his initial to my monogram There’s a somebody I’m longing’ to see I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood Although he may not be the man some Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed As Lois finishes her song, she signs and closes the curtains. Clark hovering at her window but hidden in the shadows of the building, silently flies off into the night.<\/p>\n Someone to Watch Over Me by Ira and George Gershwin<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Raggiemom<\/p>\n Scene: Lois and Clark are in their separate rooms. Lois is thinking about Superman who just flew into her life, and Clark is dreaming about Lois – a woman who is stirring up emotions he’d never thought he’d feel.<\/p>\n Clark: (hands behind his head floating near the ceiling):<\/p>\n Do I love you because you’re beautiful Do I want you because you’re wonderful Lois (sniffing after watching the Ivory Tower):<\/p>\n Am I making believe I see in you Together but separately in their own rooms:<\/p>\n Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream They both reach over and turn out their lights and scene fades.<\/p>\n “Do I Love You Because You’re Beautiful” by Rodgers & Hammerstein from ‘Cinderella’.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Jude AKA Judith Williams<\/p>\n Scene: Lex Luthor’s ball. Clark has just cut in on Lex and Lois who is furious that he has ruined an opportunity she’s been after for months.<\/p>\n She makes a sarcastic remark about his dancing and he replies, “Actually I studied ballroom dancing with a Nigerian Princess…” She breaks in with, “Really, how fascinating,” whirls out of his arms and hurries away as he calls after her, “Lois, where are you going?”<\/p>\n Lois enters Lex Luthor’s study, followed closely by Clark, and she says, “I’m being a reporter. You should try it sometime.” Clark regards her soulfully, and sings:<\/p>\n They call you Mad Dog Lane You’re face is beautiful, You might forget your manners, Lois, be a lady tonight, Lois let this gentleman see A lady doesn’t leave her escort, So let’s keep the party polite; A lady wouldn’t flirt with bad guys; Let’s keep the party polite; ‘Luck be a lady’ from Guys and Dolls by Frank Loesser<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Dede<\/p>\n Lex has just brought Lois home. Lois walks into the apartment and slams the door shut. As she throws her keys and coat on the sofa, Lucy appears from the kitchen.<\/p>\n Lucy: Well?<\/p>\n Lois: Oh! I blew it! I didn’t get the interview.<\/p>\n Lucy: No. Did he ask you out again?<\/p>\n Lois: I don’t know… I guess so.<\/p>\n Lucy: You guess so? I hope you said yes. Lex Luthor is the world’s most eligible bachelor. Mr. Right could be right out there.<\/p>\n Lois: Oh, come back to earth Lucy. This is reality we’re talking about.<\/p>\n (the music swells and Lois begins to sing) Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match Matchmaker, matchmaker, I’ll bring the veil Lucy: Lois: Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Matchmaker from Fiddler on the Roof.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Jude AKA Judith Williams<\/p>\n Lois has just come back from her dinner with Lex Luthor, who has distracted her with his charm. She enters her apartment, slamming the door and exclaiming her disgust.<\/p>\n Lucy: Well…?<\/p>\n Lois: I blew it! I didn’t get the interview!<\/p>\n Lucy: No…did he ask you out again?<\/p>\n Lois: I don’t know. I guess so.<\/p>\n Lucy: You guess so? I hope you said yes. Lex Luthor is the world’s most eligible bachelor. Mr. Right could be right out there (indicating the window).<\/p>\n Camera recedes to show Clark standing on the ledge outside the window.<\/p>\n Lois: Oh, come back to earth, Lucy. This is reality we’re talking about.<\/p>\n Lois walks to the window, gazes out pensively and sings:<\/p>\n My ship has sails that are made of silk, My ship’s aglow with a million pearls I can wait for years till it appears I do not care if that day arrives; ‘My Ship’ , lyrics by Ira Gershwin, music by Kurt Weill; from the Broadway musical, ‘Lady In the Dark’.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>Strange Visitor<\/b> Scene: Daily Planet Newsroom<\/p>\n Lois is in the Daily Planet newsroom after hours. Everyone else has gone home for the day. She is sitting in her chair, throwing chocolate malt balls up into the air, and trying to catch them in her mouth. More seem to fall on the floor than make their intended target.<\/p>\n A slight “whoosh” is heard. Lois looked up and saw Superman.<\/p>\n “I here you’ve been looking for me,” Superman said..<\/p>\n Lois answered, “All my life. Everyone’s been looking for you.”<\/p>\n Superman answered, seriously, “I know, and I know you almost died because of that.”<\/p>\n “Well, it did make that bungee jump I did last year seem pretty tame.”<\/p>\n Superman said, forcefully, “I am going to find that man and stop him. That’s a promise, Lois.”<\/p>\n She smiled, flirtatiously. “You know my name. But I don’t know yours.”<\/p>\n “‘Superman’ seems to have caught on,” he answered with a slight shrug.<\/p>\n “Where are you from?” she asked.<\/p>\n “I’m from another planet. A place called Krypton,” he answered.<\/p>\n Lois asked, “Do you mind if I write some of this down?”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “Um…you seem, uh, to have all the… parts of a man,” she stumbled, blushing.<\/p>\n “Oh, I am a man, Lois. Just like you are a woman,” he said in a deep, sultry voice. Then he continued.<\/p>\n Superman is a soaring soul, His breath should pant and his lip should curl, His eyes should flash with an inborn fire, His foot should stamp and his throat should growl, ‘A British Tar is a Soaring Soul’ from Gilbert and Sullivan’s HMS Pinafore<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>Neverending Battle<\/b> SCENE: NEVERENDING BATTLE, Clark has noticed that Lois “stole” Jimmy’s idea to try to find Superman.<\/p>\n CLARK: (to himself while watching Lois, sings):<\/p>\n Why can’t you behave? Why can’t you be good? There’s a farm I know near my old home town, <musical interlude><\/p>\n There’s a farm I know near my old home town, “Why Can’t You Behave?” from the musical “Kiss Me Kate” (one of my favorites), written by Cole Porter.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>I\u2019ve Got a Crush on You<\/b> Picture yourselves in the Metro Club. Lois has gone undercover to investigate a rash of arson fires. Perry has sent Clark, in disguise, to watch out for her. After Lois finishes singing “I’ve Got a Crush on You”, Clark follows her backstage.<\/p>\n “What are you doing here? Let me go!”<\/p>\n “Lois, be reasonable. It’s not safe for you here. I’m taking you home before you get hurt. You’re in over your head here.”<\/p>\n “Listen up, farm boy. I’m not going anywhere. You’re just trying to horn in on the story of the year. My story of the year.”<\/p>\n “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need to steal your story. I get plenty of stories on my own.”<\/p>\n “Ha! You’re just jealous, Clark Kent. You know that anything you can do I can do better. I can do anything better than you.”<\/p>\n “No, you can’t.” “Listen Clark. Any dirt you can dig, I can dig deeper. I can dig any dirt deeper than you.” “Lo-is.”<\/p>\n “Listen, I can write a story. Make it nice and gory.” “Any crook you can catch…What did you say? You think I’m what? That is it. You’ve gone too far this time. Over the line. Get Out Of Here Now.”<\/p>\n “Sorry Lois. No can do. Chief said I wasn’t to leave without you. And I won’t.”<\/p>\n At which point, Clark slings Lois over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and hightails it out the back door. As he hustles her into a cab, through the open window you can hear a woman shriek, “You’re going to pay for this, Clark Kent. If you think you can just waltz in and take over a story from Lois Lane, you’ve got another think coming. Who do you think you are? I was perfectly able to take care of ….You think I’m FAT?”<\/p>\n “Anything You Can Do” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>Pheromone, My Lovely<\/b> I couldn’t resist taking up the challenge to do a Musical number w\/ Lex and Nigel. So Without further ado…<\/p>\n (our story picks up towards the end of Pheremone My Lovely, after Lex has been sprayed by Miranda)<\/p>\n “Good Morning” Nigel said softly, setting down the basin and ewer of water. “We thought it best not to wake you when you dozed off.”<\/p>\n “I slept here all night?” Lex inquired, rubbing his had over his face to try to banish the last remnants of sleep.<\/p>\n “Yes sir. Were we wrong to?…”<\/p>\n “No…no…no.” Lex replied. “Miss Lane, what time did she…”<\/p>\n “She left early if you’ll recall sir. I drove her home.”<\/p>\n Lex rose to splash his face with some of the water and dry it with the towel held out to him by his servant. “Yes. I’m beginning to recall…”<\/p>\n (orchestral accompaniment begins)<\/p>\n Lex: Agony! Nigel: Lex: Lex: Nigel: Lex: Nigel: Lex: Always ten steps behind Agony! ~fin~ (with many apologies to Stephen Sondheim for cannibalizing his song Agony from the musical Into the Woods)<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Marci<\/p>\n Scene: after the dance of the seven veils in Clark’s apartment, Lois has a confusing dream about Superman.<\/p>\n Lois: Clark: Lois: Superman: Both: Creepy Chorus: Clark: Lois: Both: Clark: Lois: She, of course wakes up not remembering a thing<\/p>\n “My Angel of Music” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>All Shook Up<\/b> Scene: Jimmy asking Perry for a shot at writing his first story.<\/p>\n Perry: Jimmy: Perry: You are gopher going on reporter Totally unprepared are you You need someone older an wiser Jimmy: I am gopher going on reporter Totally unprepared am I I need someone older and wiser “Sixteen, going on seventeen” by Oscar Hammerstein II from the Sound of Music<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Eraygun<\/p>\n SCENE: Cat is seated in the booth, nervously playing with her rosary beads. She speaks to a small, screened opening.<\/p>\n CAT:Bless me father for I have sinned… and sinned… and sinned.<\/p>\n PRIEST: How long has it been since your last confession?<\/p>\n CAT: (thinking hard)Twenty, uh, twenty?two years. But I’ve meant to get in more. I’ve just had a busy schedule.<\/p>\n PRIEST: Perhaps you should limit this confession to the most recent transgressions.<\/p>\n CAT:I told a man who has no memory that he desires me.<\/p>\n PRIEST: Does he?<\/p>\n CAT: Well, he ought to. Although he has been playing awfully hard to get.<\/p>\n PRIEST: So you are confessing to the sin of lust by taking advantage of a vulnerable man?<\/p>\n CAT:It’s kind of a pattern I see in my behavior. I guess I’ve always found meaning in meaningless relationships.<\/p>\n The music starts in the background and Cat begins to sing:<\/p>\n It ain’t so much a question of not knowing what to do. About how girls’re put upon by men. I’m jist a girl who cain’t say no, When a person tries to kiss a girl, I’m jist a fool when lights are low Whut you goin’ to do when a feller gits flirty, and starts to talk purty? S’posin’ ‘at he says ‘at yer lips’re like cherries, er roses, er berries? S’posin’ ‘at he says ‘at you’re sweeter ‘n cream, I’m jist a girl who cain’t say no, Fer a while I ack refined and cool, I cain’t resist a Romeo I cain’t say no!<\/p>\n CAT: I called everyone I know. They all have someone to be with.<\/p>\n PRIEST: But what you want now is reassurance that you’re never alone, that you are loved for your soul. Is that right?<\/p>\n CAT: Exactly. Aren’t there some things you passionately want to experience just once before you die?<\/p>\n The window between them slams shut.<\/p>\n CAT: Father? Father?<\/p>\n “I Cain’t Say No” From Oklahoma -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>Barbarians at the Planet<\/b> Lois is sitting with Lex in his private plane on their way back from the exotic dinner date and Lex pulls out the ring…<\/p>\n Lois looks at it and takes a breath and starts to sing,<\/p>\n Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again Chorus: You see my problem is this Chorus: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah “All aboard”(the plane)<\/p>\n “Lois, before you go, there’s something I want you to have”(Lex)<\/p>\n “Oh, it’s beautiful, but wait a minute, isn’t this…?”(Lois)<\/p>\n “Yeah, yes it is”(Lex)<\/p>\n “But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end”(Lois)<\/p>\n “Well baby, I went down and got it for you”(Lex)<\/p>\n “Oh, you shouldn’t have”(Lois)<\/p>\n Oops!…I did it again to your heart Chorus: Lois subsides from song and gently closes the velvet box and tells Lex that she is going to have to think about it…<\/p>\n “Oops, I Did It Again” by Britney Spears<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by KitKaos<\/p>\n Scene: “Barbarians At The Planet”, Lois’ apartment – night outside<\/p>\n Lois, in her nightgown, is curled up on the sofa watching TV. She hears a WHOOSH by her window, turns to see Superman standing by it.<\/p>\n LOIS Superman!<\/p>\n SUPERMAN I heard you wanted to see me.<\/p>\n LOIS Yes. Please, come in. I’ll just put on a robe.<\/p>\n SUPERMAN Unless it’s lead-lined, Lois, it’s a waste of time.<\/p>\n LOIS (red-faced) I guess so. Anyway, I’m just trying to figure out…<\/p>\n LOIS (cont’d) well, there’ve been a lot of changes going on in my life and I’m trying to make the right, decisions, but I can’t until I know… how you feel.<\/p>\n Lois walks up to Superman, puts her hand on his chest.<\/p>\n LOIS (Cont’d) Superman, is there any hope for us? You and me? I’m so completely in love with you that I can’t do anything else without knowing.<\/p>\n SUPERMAN (shaking his head) Lois, I do care for you. But… there are things about me you don’t know, that you may never know.<\/p>\n LOIS It doesn’t matter. I know _you_. And I don’t mean you the celebrity or you the ‘superhero.’ If you had _no_ powers, if you were just an ordinary man leading an ordinary life, I’d love you just the same. Can’t you believe that?<\/p>\n Superman turns from Lois to the audience, a spotlight turns on him while the stage light is turned off, and he starts to sing:<\/p>\n I’m all dressed up in my finest attitude Charades and pretty lies Oh, please don’t mind me, Charades and pretty lies Can’t you feel the real me, The last note is fading and slowly the light goes on again. Superman turns back to Lois and answers her question:<\/p>\n SUPERMAN (heartsick) I wish I could, Lois. But, under the circumstances, I don’t see how I can.<\/p>\n Lois stares at him, tears forming in her eyes, then turns away. When she turns around again…<\/p>\n LOIS Superman…<\/p>\n He’s gone. Only the flutter of the curtains remains. As the tears come freely now down Lois’ cheeks we… FADE OUT.<\/p>\n “Charades” from “Grease 2”, lyrics by Michael Gibson, performed by Maxwell Caulfield<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Jude AKA Judith Williams<\/p>\n Lois has come to Lex Luthor’s penthouse to give him her answer to his proposal. She has been rejected by Superman, and she and Clark have just had a fight at Perry’s retirement party. Her answer is, “Yes, Lex, I will marry you.” They kiss.<\/p>\n Superman, hovering outside the terrace doors is devastated. He flies to the Arctic where he screams in anguish. He returns to his apartment, slumps on the couch, gazes at the photograph of Lois with him at the Kerth awards and sings:<\/p>\n My Love was a face in the misty night Then I met Lois in a place I was passing through ‘Laura”, lyrics by Johnny Mercer, music by David Raksin; from the motion picture, ‘Laura’. With apologies to Johnny Mercer for making changes to his beautiful words.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>House of Luthor<\/b> . Or Lex! Now there’s a real challenge.<\/p>\n Never let it be said that Supermom didn’t rise to a challenge!<\/p>\n SCENE: Lex Luthor’s Penthouse<\/p>\n The Wedding March ends as Lois joins Luthor at the altar. She stares in shock at the clergyman standing before her.<\/p>\n “The Archbishop?” Lois whispers to Lex.<\/p>\n “The Pope had a prior engagement.”<\/p>\n “Dearly beloved,” the Archbishop began solemnly. “We are gathered here today in the sight of God, and in the presence of these witnesses, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”<\/p>\n Lois listened as he continued with the vows.<\/p>\n “…till death do you part?”<\/p>\n “I do,” Lex answered soberly.<\/p>\n “And do you, Lois, take this man to be your wedded husband from this day forward, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”<\/p>\n “I…”<\/p>\n She looked around, paused. The room waited breathlessly.<\/p>\n Lex gently prodded her. “Lois…”<\/p>\n “I… can’t!”<\/p>\n The rear doors crashed open and everyone looked.<\/p>\n Perry, Jimmy, and Jack, spilled into the room, followed by a half dozen Metropolis police officers and Inspector Henderson. After Henderson waved a warrant at Lex, charging him with arson and other crimes, officers moved in to arrest the billionaire.<\/p>\n Luthor’s mouth fell open as he glanced toward the back of the ballroom. There, standing next to two detectives, in handcuffs, was Mrs. Cox. She shrugged at Luthor.<\/p>\n “Et tu, Mrs. Cox?”<\/p>\n Turning to Lois, Lex said, “Sorry, Lois. I’ll have to take a rain check. I’m afraid something’s come up.”<\/p>\n Straightening his bow tie, he reached behind a pew and retrieved a top hat and cane and as the toe-tapping melody began brightly, Lex sang:<\/p>\n “Things have come to a pretty pass, Goodness knows what the end will be, You say either and I say eyether, You like potato and I like potahto, But oh! If we call the whole thing off, then we must part. So if you like pajamas and I like pajahmas, Let’s call the whole thing off!”<\/p>\n Henderson grabbed Luthor’s arm, but Luthor twisted free, disposeed of the two cops in his way with several well-executed karate moves, and disappeared through a side door.<\/p>\n “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Raggiemom<\/p>\n Scene: Luthor has just jumped off the building. The police are milling around the scene of the crime, getting ready to take the body away.<\/p>\n Inspector Henderson:<\/p>\n Poor Lex is daid Poor Lex is daid Perry: And serene!<\/p>\n Henderson:<\/p>\n He’s all laid out to rest Poor Lex is daid Miles around… The sidewalk and the street Poor Lex is daid Perry: For good<\/p>\n Everyone :<\/p>\n Poor Lex is daid Poor Lex! Poor Lex!<\/p>\n Scene fades…<\/p>\n I’m stuck in Rodger and Hammerstein’s Oklahoma – the song is “Pore Jud is Daid”<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Dede<\/p>\n Lois is showing Clark around LNN and trying to talk him into joining her as an employee there.<\/p>\n Clark: I can’t believe you’ve given up so easily on the Planet. Did it really mean that little to you?<\/p>\n Lois: The Planet meant as much to me if not more than it did to you. But it’s gone. Even Lex can’t put it back together. And this is good, exciting work.<\/p>\n Clark: I will never work for Lex Luthor!<\/p>\n Lois: What about us? What about partners?<\/p>\n Clark: Lois, is there someplace we can talk? Alone?<\/p>\n Lois: Yeah<\/p>\n They go outside and are walking through the park.<\/p>\n Clark: When I thought about losing my job at the Dailey Planet, saying goodbye to Perry, Jimmy and everyone, I realized something. I realized that I could lose all that and still go on. I realized that there was really only one thing that I didn’t want to live without … and that was you. Seeing you every day. Working with you. Just being with you.<\/p>\n Lois: Well that’s why you should come and be my partner.<\/p>\n Lois and Clark sit down on the park bench.<\/p>\n Clark: No, Lois! Listen to me. I’m not talking about partnership. I’m talking about us. I have been in love with you for a long time. You had to have known.<\/p>\n Lois: I mean I knew. I mean, I guess I knew that you liked me or were attracted to me. Oh, Clark. I’m sorry! I just don’t feel that way about you – romantically. You’re my best friend. The only partner I could ever stand to work with. I admire you and I respect you and I do love you … as a friend.<\/p>\n Clark runs his hand through his hair as he stands.<\/p>\n Clark: And what about Luthor? Do you love him?<\/p>\n Lois: I don’t know. I mean I have feelings for him. I haven’t said yes yet. And I won’t until I talk it over with someone else.<\/p>\n Clark: Who?<\/p>\n Lois: I think you know who?<\/p>\n In a quiet baritone Clark beings to sing. I’ll be around, Your latest love And when things go wrong The song is I’ll Be Around by Alex Wilder and sung by The Mills Brothers. My apologies to Mr. Wilder for changing the words.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>Church of Metropolis<\/b> SCENE: Lois’s apartment<\/p>\n The party had been wonderful. Lois had surprised herself when she allowed Mayson to cut in on her dance with Clark. But of course Perry had stepped in, cautioning her about his deep and deadly “dip.” It had been fun and she was sorry to see the evening end.<\/p>\n But then Superman had appeared at her window. She had invited him in and learned something new about him. He loved to dance!<\/p>\n “THIS is dancing,” he had told her and had shown her what “real” dancing was — holding her in his arms and twirling her around while floating!<\/p>\n Superman had flown off to patrol the city — to keep the citizens of Metropolis safe. Lois waved to him from her window as he flew away, then moved back to the middle of the room where moments before she had been in Superman’s arms.<\/p>\n “Bed! Bed! I couldn’t go to bed, I could have danced all night! “I Could Have Danced All Night” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Eraygun<\/p>\n I hope you don’t mind Supermom but I couldn’t resist a little addition to your Church of Metropolis number . Can you tell I’ve seen White Christmas too many times ?.<\/p>\n SCENE: Lois’s apartment The best things For dancing Even guys with two left feet The Best Things Happen While You’re Dancing -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>That Old Gang of Mine<\/b> SCENE: Smallville, Kansas<\/p>\n After Clyde Barrow had shot him and Al Capone had ordered his body be dumped in an abandoned alley, Clark realized that life as he had known it for the past months was over. There would be no more Clark Kent, no Daily Planet, no ballgames with Perry and Jimmy. And most devastating of all, there would be no Lois in his life.<\/p>\n Shaking the debris from his suit, Clark looked around to make sure no one was watching, then raised one hand in the air and shot upward. Destination: Smallville.<\/p>\n He talked with his folks and poured out the despair he felt in his heart. Sure, he could continue as Superman, but what he really wanted — what he had always wanted — was a normal life. Clark had always wanted to meet a woman, fall in love, and have a family. He wanted a loving family like the one he had grown up in. He’d met the woman and he’d fallen head over heels in love with her. And just when he thought there might be a chance that she would fall in love with him too, THIS had to happen.<\/p>\n The hour grew late and his folks went to bed, promising to think of some solution of his dilemma. Sleep eluded him and he soon found himself flying around Smallville, looking down on all the special places from his youth — the little league baseball field, the ice cream parlor on Main Street, the city park where he had won Lois the teddy bear, and finally Smallville High School.<\/p>\n He flew over the school, remembering many good times. He thought of Mr. Whitacre, the chemistry teacher who hadn’t minded when they had made stink bombs. And there was Mrs. Bellingrath, his English teacher, who had such an impact on his career as a journalist. As he drifted lazily over the old brick building, he could hear a faint melody…<\/p>\n “Smallville High may call you Smallville High will whisper Adaptation of “Bali Ha’I” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by two2feet<\/p>\n Scene: Lois at the planet after Clark was shot.<\/p>\n There’s a grief that can’t be spoken Here I talked and planned our story From his desk there in the corner Oh my friend, my friend forgive me Oh my friend, my friend, don’t ask me “Empty Chairs At Empty Tables” from Les Miserables -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>Metallo<\/b> Scene: A restaurant. Think TGIF’S, only not as busy. Lois and Clark are in a corner booth, going over some papers. The remains of a meal in front of them.<\/p>\n CLARK: According to this research, only two labs in Metropolis had dealings in robotics. Lexcorp…<\/p>\n LOIS: Which is out of business.<\/p>\n CLARK:And Starlabs.<\/p>\n LOIS: (eyeing papers): Which layed off half their workers because of defense cutbacks. I wonder if a disgruntled ex employee is behind this.<\/p>\n CLARK: Maybe. What do they call someone who’s happy with his job? A gruntled employee?<\/p>\n A waitress, LUCY, early 20’s, cute, self assured, approaches with a pot of coffee.<\/p>\n LUCY:How was everything?<\/p>\n LOIS:Well, the service was kind of slow,but aside from that…<\/p>\n LUCY:I’m so sorry. Tell you what, your dessert’s on me. That and your senior citizen discount should make up for it.<\/p>\n Lois fakes pulling an arrow out of her heart. Lucy laughs.<\/p>\n CLARK:You know, I always envisioned the relationship between siblings to be…well… something different.<\/p>\n LOIS:That’s because you’re an only child.<\/p>\n With that Lois gets up from the table and stands next to Lucy and the two women break into song:<\/p>\n Sisters, sisters Caring, sharing All kinds of weather we stick together Those who’ve seen us All kinds of weather we stick together Those who’ve seen us Sisters! Sisters! CLARK:So Lucy, how’s it feel to be back in Metropolis?<\/p>\n LUCY Great. California was fun, but it was time to get back to school and finish my degree.<\/p>\n “Sisters” -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n <\/a>The Phoenix<\/b><\/p>\n by Dede<\/p>\n Lois has just wheeled Lex (in his wheelchair) across the street and then left. Nigel emerges from the shadows and begins to push Lex’s wheelchair down the alley.<\/p>\n Lex: She’s more beautiful than ever.<\/p>\n Nigel: Oh, and what about Gretchen?<\/p>\n Lex: What about her? She’s my physician, she doesn’t inspire me.<\/p>\n Nigel: I suppose it has occurred to you that Ms. Lane might not come quite so easily this time?<\/p>\n Lex: It can not prove the lover to entertain these farewell-spoken days. I’m determined to prove the villain.<\/p>\n Nigel: Richard the Third. Your favorite.<\/p>\n Lex: My hero. And like Richard I will not be denied. I’ll give her the chance to come willingly. If she won’t come, I’ll take her by force.<\/p>\n (the music begins)<\/p>\n Way beyond the light o’er there I’m gonna be the ruler I’m gonna be the big event No one stopping me now The time has come Oh, I can really see it Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!<\/p>\n (Nigel continues to push Luther down the alley)<\/p>\n Oh, I just can’t wait to be king! (screen fades to black!)<\/p>\n I Just Can’t Wait to be King from the Lion King.<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by KitKaos<\/p>\n Scene: Underground, Lex in front of a laptop computer<\/p>\n Lex is typing furiously to see if his Swiss bank accounts are still there – nothing. When seeing that he’s left with nothing (I don’t know what exactly his words are at this point), he stands up and sighs, then starts to sing (maybe shaking his head for emphasis):<\/p>\n “Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, He steps up to Nigel and looks him in the eye.<\/p>\n “Suddenly, I’m not haf the man I used to be, Nigel: “I assume you mean Intergang, Sir…”<\/p>\n Lex simply nods and sings on: “Oh yesterday came suddenly…”<\/p>\n He steps to the exit door and looks out\/up (?) longingly.<\/p>\n “Why did I have to go, I don’t know, on my wedding day. His expression gets angry, but he’s still looking at the door and the city that lies behind it.<\/p>\n “Yesterday, power was such an easy game to play,”<\/p>\n Lex turns to his companions and gestures around the dirty underground room.<\/p>\n “Now I need a place to hide away,”<\/p>\n He slumps back into the chair in front of the laptop computer and shakes his head.<\/p>\n “Oh I believe in yesterday…”<\/p>\n “Yesterday” by the Beatles<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n ********** <\/a>Tempus Fugitive<\/b> However there is one important character we’ve been neglecting. Poor Tempus! Everyone is ignoring him. Well, we can’t have that.<\/p>\n The scene is in Tempus Fugitive. Tempus has just arrived back at the Time Machine after robbing an incredibly stupid gun dealer of a 9mm semi-automatic and a tasteful selection of gold chains for men. Tempus introduces himself to Lois, telling her his name and that he’s from the future which she and Superman created. He asks her, “You want to know the future Miss Lane?” Then he sings:<\/p>\n It’s a drear day It’s no fun there Nine thousand peaceful channels On to Smallville for a kill day; “On a Clear Day” by Alan Jay Lerner and Burton Lane<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by Hazel<\/p>\n Okay, here’s Tempus, sneering at Lois as he and Herb set off for Smallville:<\/p>\n “Oh, gee, if only I had a time machine…”<\/p>\n I could rule a violent planet I could revel in some violence, Oh I could tell you why If you say that I’m a bad guy, The Wizard of Oz, “If I Only Had a Brain”<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n by KitKaos<\/p>\n Scene: 1866, at the time machine:<\/p>\n Tempus is talking to H.G. Wells about the robbed gold, Lois just sneaked up on them. Tempus turns around and sees her.<\/p>\n Tempus: “Miss Lane, what are you doing here ?”<\/p>\n Lois: “Uh… Well I grabbed on to the back of this machine before it… you know… poof…”<\/p>\n H.G. Wells: “Yes, yes, yes, quite… I-if she did, she would have been caught in the… the… the poof, the interdimensional vortex…”<\/p>\n Tempus: “Uh-huh…” and he starts to sing while stepping closer to Lois:<\/p>\n “It’s astounding; He points his index finger at Lois.<\/p>\n “I remember doing the time-warp He turns around and half shouts, half sings, at H.G. Wells:<\/p>\n “Let’s do the time-warp again! H.G. Wells shrugs and points out: “It’s just a jump to the left.”<\/p>\n Lois with a superior grin on her face, to Tempus: “And then a step to the right.”<\/p>\n H.G. Wells nods and smiles to Lois: “And YOU put your hands on my ship(?)…”<\/p>\n Tempus angrily replies to Lois: He focuses on H.G. Wells and again half shouts, half sings: He calms down and, evilly, gets back to Lois. Sung: (Spoken : ) Because…<\/p>\n (Sung : ) With a bit of a mind flip, Lois (smugly): “Like you’re under sedation.”<\/p>\n Tempus’ anger flares again and he turns back to H.G. Wells, again half singing, half shouting: H.G. Well kind of helplessly looks over to Lois, then shrugs at Tempus. Lois again, encouraged, superior: “And then a step to the right.”<\/p>\n Tempus, really angry, at Lois, pointing: (spoken, to Lois) You came alone?”<\/p>\n Lois: “Yes.”<\/p>\n Tempus (gun pointing at her): “Well… Lois Lane, independent career woman of the 1990s, you’re about to be stranded in 1866, without the right to vote, own property, or write for a great metropolitan newspaper… (laughs)… God, I love irony!”<\/p>\n “The Time Warp” from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” (hope my adapted version doesn’t disfigure the song too much)<\/p>\n -the end-<\/p>\n **********<\/p>\n
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“We will take him home; we will call him Clark.”
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“He will live in our house, he will grow and grow.”
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Jonathan quirks an eyebrow at his wife and smiles wryly. “Will our mothers like this? We don’t know!”<\/p>\n
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Intro:
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quote:
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I’m discontented
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with capes that are rented,
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so I have invented my own.
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Darling, this “S”
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has a home on my chest
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where bulletproof vests
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are unknown.
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Far from the cry of the city,
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don’t need no pity,
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my tights are warm.
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Cozy to hide in,
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to fly through the night in,
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can’t even get wrecked
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in a storm.<\/p>\n
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just tea for two and two for tea,
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me for you and you for me alone….<\/p>\n
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A wonderful town;
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The Planet’s up, Hobbs Bay is down,
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The people ride in a hole in the ground,
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Metro polis, it’s a wonderful town.<\/p>\n
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Lyrics by Betty Comden and Adolph Green, somewhat changed by Jude<\/p>\n
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You’re the coliseum;
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You’re the top
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You’re the Louvre museum;
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You’re an O’Neill drama. You’re Whistler’s Mama,
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You’re Camembert.
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You’re the Nile;
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You’re the Tower of Pisa;
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You’re the smile
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On the Mona Lisa
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You’re the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
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And Baby when I’m the bottom you’re the top.<\/p>\n
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They step inside the elevator, the doors close. A-n-d cut to black.<\/p>\n
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Oo la la la, C’est magnifique.
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When ev’ry night your loved one hold you tight,
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Oo la la la, C’est magnifique.
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But when, one day, your loved one drifts away,
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Oo la la la, It is so tragique.
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But when, once more, he whispers, “Je t’adore”
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C’est magnigique.”<\/p>\n
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from “Can-Can”
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lyrics and music by Cole Porter
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copyright 1953<\/p>\n
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That’s why I’m such a wonderful shot.
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I’d be out in the cactus and I’d practice all day.
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And now tell me what have I got?<\/p>\n
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With targets not much bigger
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Than a pinpoint, I’m number one.
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But my score with a feller
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Is lower than a celler;
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Oh, you can’t get a man with a gun.<\/p>\n
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I sparkle like a crystal,
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Yes, I shine like the morning sun,
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But I lose all my luster
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When with a bronco buster;
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Oh, you can’t get a man with a gun.<\/p>\n
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No you can’t get a man with a gun.<\/p>\n
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With someone’s herd of cattle,
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You’d have steak when the job was done,
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But if I shot the herder
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They’d holler bloody murder,
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And you can’t shoot a male in the tale like a quail;
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Oh, you can’t get a man with a gun.<\/p>\n
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To see a lion glaring
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When I’m out with my Remington
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But a look from a mister
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Will raise a fever blister
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Oh you can’t get a man with a gun<\/p>\n
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Are always out with fellers
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In the rain or the blazing sun.
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But a man never trifles
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With gals who carry rifles
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Oh you can’t get a man with a gun<\/p>\n
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No you can’t get a man with a gun.
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A man’s love is mighty,
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He’ll even buy a nightie
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For a gal who he thinks is fun,
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But they don’t buy pajamas
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For pistol packin’ mamas
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And you can’t get a hug from a mug with a slug;
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Oh, you can’t get a man with a gun.<\/p>\n
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Some furrier would grab it
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For a coat that would warm someone;
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But you can’t shoot a lover
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And use him for a cover
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Oh, you can’t get a man with a gun.<\/p>\n
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Although it isn’t legal,
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He’d be stuffed when the job was done,
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But you can’t stuff a feller And watch him turnin’ yeller;
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Oh, you can’t get a man with a gun.<\/p>\n
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No, you can’t get a man with a gun.
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A Tom, Dick or Harry
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Will build a house for Carrie
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When the preacher has made them one,
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But he can’t build you houses
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With buck-shot in his trousers,
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For a man may be hot, but he’s not when he’s shot
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Oh, you can’t get a man with a gun.”<\/p>\n
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from “Annie Get Your Gun”
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lyrics and music by Irving Berlin<\/p>\n
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Lucy came out of the kitchen. “Well?” she asked.<\/p>\n
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Still we’re often told, “seek and ye shall find”
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So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind<\/p>\n
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He’s the big affair I cannot forget
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Only man I ever think of with regret<\/p>\n
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Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?<\/p>\n
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I hope that he, turns out to be
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Someone who’ll watch over me<\/p>\n
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I know I could, always be good
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To one who’ll watch over me<\/p>\n
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Girls think of as handsome
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To my heart he carries the key<\/p>\n
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Follow my lead, oh, how I need
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Someone to watch over me<\/p>\n
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Or are you beautiful because I love you
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Am I making believe I see in you
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A girl too lovely to be really true<\/p>\n
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Or are you wonderful because I want you?
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Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream?
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Or are you really as beautiful as you seem?<\/p>\n
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A man too perfect to be really true?
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Do I want you because you’re Superman
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Or are you Superman because I want you?
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Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream
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Or are you really as wonderful as you seem?<\/p>\n
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Or are really as wonderful as you seem?<\/p>\n
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And there’s no room for doubt;
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Sometimes you have a very unladylike way of acting out.<\/p>\n
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You’re figure’s really lush;
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But before the evening is over, you might give me the brush.<\/p>\n
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You might refuse to stay
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So the best that I can do is say…<\/p>\n
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Lois, be a lady tonight;
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Lois, if you’ve ever been a lady to begin with,
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Lois, be a lady tonight.<\/p>\n
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How nice you really can be;
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I’ve seen the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with
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Lois, be a lady with me.<\/p>\n
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It isn’t smart; it isn’t wise;
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A lady doesn’t wander off to other rooms
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Even for a Pulitzer Prize.<\/p>\n
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Never get out of my sight.
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Stick with me, Lois; I’m the fellow you invited,
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Lois, be a lady tonight.<\/p>\n
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She’d play it smart; she’d act a role.
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A lady wouldn’t push me aside with disdain
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When she’s won my heart and my soul.<\/p>\n
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Never get out of my sight.
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Lois just remember I’m the fellow who’s your escort
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You can be a lady, if you make a little effort
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Lois be a lady,
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Show me you’re a lady,
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Please be a lady…tonight!<\/p>\n
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Find me a find, catch me a catch.
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Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
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And make me a perfect match!<\/p>\n
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You bring the groom, strong beyond scale
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Bring me a ring for I’m longing to be
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The envy of all I see.<\/p>\n
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For Mama, make him like liquor.
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For Papa, make him be a smart thing.<\/p>\n
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For me, well, I wouldn’t holler
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If he was as handsome as anything.<\/p>\n
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Find me a find, catch me a catch.
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Night after night, in the dark I’m alone.
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So find me a match of my own.<\/p>\n
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The decks are trimmed in gold;
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And with jams and spice, there’s a paradise
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In the hold.<\/p>\n
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And rubies fill each bin;
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The sun sits high in a sapphire sky
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When my ship comes in.<\/p>\n
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One fine day in spring;
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But the pearls and such, they won’t mean much
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If there’s missing just one thing.<\/p>\n
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That dream need never be;
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If the ship I sing, doesn’t also bring
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My own true love to me.<\/p>\n
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by Liz S.<\/p>\n
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As free as a mountain bird,
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His energetic fist should be read to resist
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Lex Luthor’s word.
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His breath should pant and his lip should curl,
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His eyes should flame and his brow should furl,
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His bosom should heave and his heart should glow,
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And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow.<\/p>\n
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His eyes should flame and his brow should furl,
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His bosom should heave and his heart should glow,
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And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow.<\/p>\n
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His brow with scorn be rung;
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He never should bow down to Lex’s domineering frown,
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Or the tang of a villain’s tongue.
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His foot should stamp and his throat should growl,
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His hair should twirl and his face should scowl;
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His eyes should flame and his breast protrude,
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And this should be his customary attitude!<\/p>\n
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His hair should twirl and his face should scowl;
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His eyes should flame and his breast protrude,
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And this should be his customary attitude!<\/p>\n
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by Kris21<\/p>\n
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Oh, why can’t you behave?
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After all the things you told me,
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And the promises that you gave,
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Oh, why can’t you behave?<\/p>\n
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And do just as you should?
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Won’t you turn that new leaf over,
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So your baby can be your slave?
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Oh, why can’t you behave?<\/p>\n
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Where we two can go and try settling down.
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There I’ll care for you forever,
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‘Cause you’re all in the world I crave.
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But why can’t you behave?<\/p>\n
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Where we two can go and try settling down.
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There I’ll care for you forever,
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‘Cause you’re all in the world I crave.
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But why can’t you, oh why can’t you,
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Oh why can’t you behave?<\/p>\n
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by amac<\/p>\n
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“Yes, I can.”
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“No, you can’t.”
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“Yes, I can.”
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“No, you can’t.”
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“Yes, I can, yes I can!”<\/p>\n
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“No, you can’t.”
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“Yes, I can.”
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“No, you can’t.”
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“Yes, I can.”
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“No, you can’t.”
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“Yes, I can, yes I can!”<\/p>\n
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“I can sweet talk females. Getting all the details.”
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“I can live on choc-late ‘scream.”
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“And only on that?”
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“Yes.”
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“Gonna get fat.”<\/p>\n
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Music and Lyrics by Irving Berlin from “Annie Get Your Gun”<\/p>\n
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By vstachou<\/p>\n
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Did I abuse her or show her distain?
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Why does she run from me?
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If I should lose her
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How shall I regain
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The heart she has won from me?<\/p>\n
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Beyond power of speech
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When the one thing you want
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Is the only thing out of your reach.<\/p>\n
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Agony!
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Oh the torture they teach!
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What’s so intriguing-<\/p>\n
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Or half so fatiguing-
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Both:
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As what’s out of reach?<\/p>\n
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Am I not sensitive,
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Clever,
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Well mannered,
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Considerate,
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Passionate,
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Charming,
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As ruthless as hansom,
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and heir to the throne?<\/p>\n
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You are everything maidens could wish for.<\/p>\n
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Then why no?<\/p>\n
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Do I know?
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The girl must be mad!<\/p>\n
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You know nothing of madness.
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Agony!
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Misery!
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Woe!<\/p>\n
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Always ten feet below
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And she’s just out of reach.<\/p>\n
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That can cut like a knife.
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I must have her to wife.<\/p>\n
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In sleep he sang to me
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In dreams he came
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That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
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And do I dream again?
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For now I find
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Clark is really Superman is there
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Inside my mind<\/p>\n
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Sing once again with me our strange duet
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My power over you grows stronger yet
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And though you turn from me to glance behind
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that I am really Superman is there
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Inside your mind<\/p>\n
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Those who have seen your suit draw far and near
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That is a mask you wear<\/p>\n
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It’s me they hear<\/p>\n
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Your\/my spirit and your\/my voice
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In one combined
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That Clark is Superman, is there
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inside your\/my mind<\/p>\n
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He’s there – that Clark is Superman
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Beware that Clark is Superman<\/p>\n
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In all your fantasies you always knew
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That man and mystery<\/p>\n
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Were both in you<\/p>\n
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And in this labyrinth where love is blind
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that Clark is Superman is there\/here
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Inside your\/my mind<\/p>\n
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Sing, my Angel of Music<\/p>\n
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He’s there
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Clark and Superman<\/p>\n
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Lyrics: Andrew Lloyd Webber
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from Phantom of the Opera<\/p>\n
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by Marci<\/p>\n
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You wait, little Jimmy, on an empty stage
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For fate to turn the light on
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Your life, little Jimmy,as an empty page
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The Planet you want to write for<\/p>\n
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To write for<\/p>\n
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You are a gopher going on reporter
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Jimmy, it’s time to think
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Better beware, be canny and careful
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Son, you’re on the brink<\/p>\n
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You will have a byline
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Eager brave readers, young and old
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Will offer you their spare time<\/p>\n
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To face a world of them
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Timid and shy and scared are you
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Of things beyond your ken<\/p>\n
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Telling you what to do
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I am editor going on retirement
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I’ll take care of you<\/p>\n
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I am gopher going on reporter
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I know that I’m naive
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Readers I meet may tell me I’m sweet
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And willingly I believe<\/p>\n
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Innocent as a rose
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Scandels, scoops and informants
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What do I know of those<\/p>\n
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To face a world of them
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Timid and shy and scared am I
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Of things beyond my ken<\/p>\n
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Telling me what to do
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You are editor going on retirement
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I’ll depend on you<\/p>\n
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I knowed whut’s right and wrong since I been ten.
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I heared a lot of stories and I reckon they are true<\/p>\n
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I know I mustn’t fall into the pit,
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But when I’m with a feller, I fergit!<\/p>\n
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I’m in a turrible fix
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I always say “come on, le’s go”
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Jist when I orta say nix!<\/p>\n
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I know she orta give his face a smack.
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But as soon as someone kisses me,
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I somehow, sorta, wanta kiss him back!<\/p>\n
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I cain’t be prissy and quaint
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I ain’t the type that can faint
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How can I be whut I ain’t?
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I cain’t say no!<\/p>\n
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Whut you goin’ to do?<\/p>\n
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Whut you goin’ to do?<\/p>\n
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And he’s gotta have cream er die?
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Whut you goin’ to do when he talks that way,
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Spit in his eye?<\/p>\n
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Cain’t seem to say it at all
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I hate to disserpoint a beau
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When he is payin’ a call!<\/p>\n
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A settin on the velveteen setee
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Then I think of thet ol’ golden rule,
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And do fer him what he would do fer me!<\/p>\n
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In a sombrero and chaps
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Soon as I sit on their laps
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Somethin’ inside of me snaps<\/p>\n
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Words: Oscar Hammerstein
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Music: Richard Rogers<\/p>\n
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by Bumpkin<\/p>\n
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah<\/p>\n
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I made you believe we’re more than just friends
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Oh baby
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It might seem like a crush
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But it doesn’t mean that I’m serious
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‘Cause to lose all my senses
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That is just so typically me
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Oh baby, baby<\/p>\n
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Oops!…I did it again
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I played with your heart, got lost in the game
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Oh baby, baby
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Oops!…You think I’m in love
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That I’m sent from above
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I’m not that innocent<\/p>\n
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I’m dreaming away
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Wishing that heroes, they truly exist
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I cry, watching the days
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Can’t you see I’m a fool in so many ways
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But to lose all my senses
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That is just so typically me
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Baby, oh<\/p>\n
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Oops!…I did it again
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I played with your heart, got lost in the game
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Oh baby, baby
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Oops!…You think I’m in love
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That I’m sent from above
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I’m not that innocent<\/p>\n
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah<\/p>\n
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Got lost in this game, oh baby
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Oops!…You think that I’m sent from above
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I’m not that innocent<\/p>\n
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Oops!…I did it again
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I played with your heart, got lost in the game
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Oh baby, baby
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Oops!…You think I’m in love
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That I’m sent from above
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I’m not that innocent<\/p>\n
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Pretending I don’t care.
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Guess I really messed up by trying to be two,
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When only one heart can be there.
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Why can’t I be just what I am,
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And speak my love wthout any shame?
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Why can’t she see what I am,
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Is a costumed fool trapped in a tragic game?<\/p>\n
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They hide what’s deep inside me.
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Charades do disguise
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All the love I keep inside me.
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Charades! Can’t see me,
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But can you feel the real me,
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The real me behind my charades?<\/p>\n
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Performing at my hardest
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As I paint upon the air.
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You won’t find me
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Cause it’s a portrait of the artist
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As a man who isn’t there.<\/p>\n
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They hide what’s deep inside me.
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Charades do disguise
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All the love I keep inside me.
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Charades! Can’t see me,
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But can you feel the real me,
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The real me behind my charades?<\/p>\n
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Behind my charades?
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Have I lost the real me,
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Behind my charades?<\/p>\n
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Footsteps that I heard down a hall,
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A laugh floating on a summer’s night
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That I could never quite recall.<\/p>\n
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Her eyes, how familiar they seem;
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My love had a name and a face to view
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It was Lois, now she’ll stay just a dream.<\/p>\n
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by Supermom<\/p>\n
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Our romance is growing flat,
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For you like this and the other,
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While I go for this and that.<\/p>\n
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Oh I don’t know where I’m at….
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It looks as if we two will never be one,
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Something must be done.<\/p>\n
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You say neither and I say nyther;
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Either, eyether,
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Neither, nyther,
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Let’s call the whole thing off.<\/p>\n
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You like tomato and I like tomahto,
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Potato, potahto,
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Tomato, tomahto,
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Let’s call the whole thing off!<\/p>\n
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An oh! If we ever part, then that might break my heart!<\/p>\n
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I’ll wear pajamas and give up pajahmas,
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For we know we need each other,
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So we better call the calling off off.<\/p>\n
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from “Shall We Dance”
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lyrics by Ira Gershwin
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music by George Gershwin
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copyright 1937<\/p>\n
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Poor Lex Luthor daid
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Let’s gather round his body now and cry
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He had a heart of gold
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And he wasn’t very old
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Why did such a fella have to die<\/p>\n
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Poor Lex Luthor daid
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He’s looking so peaceful and serene.<\/p>\n
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His hands across his chest
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His fingernails have never been so clean<\/p>\n
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Poor Lex Luthor’s daid
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His friends will weep and wail from miles around
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Perry:<\/p>\n
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Henderson:<\/p>\n
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Will now start to reek
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because poor Lex was laying on the ground<\/p>\n
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A street lamp lights his head
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He’s laying on a gurney made of steel
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And folks are feeling sad
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‘Cause they treated him so bad
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and now they know their friend has gone for good<\/p>\n
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A street lamp lights his head
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He lookin’ oh so pretty and so nice
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He looks likes he’s asleep
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It’s a shame that he won’t keep
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Too bad someone can’t put him on some ice<\/p>\n
\n<\/p>\n
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No matter how
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You treat me now.
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I’ll be around from now on.<\/p>\n
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Can never last,
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And when it’s past,
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I’ll be around when he’s gone.
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Goodbye till then.
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I know you’ll find that Lex’s a swine.
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Just now and then,
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Oh, drop a line to say you’re feeling fine<\/p>\n
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Perhaps you’ll see
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You’re meant for me
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So I’ll be around when he’s gone.<\/p>\n
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by Supermom<\/p>\n
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My head’s too light to try to set it down.
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Sleep! Sleep! I couldn’t sleep tonight,
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Not for all the jewels in the crown.<\/p>\n
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I could have danced all night!
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And still have begged for more.
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I could have spread my wings
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And done a thousand things
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I’ve never done before.
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I’ll never know what made it so exciting,
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Why all at once my heart took flight.
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I only know when he began to dance with me,
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I could have danced, danced, danced
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All night!”<\/p>\n
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from “My Fair Lady”
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lyric by Alan Jay Lerner
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music by Frederick Loewe
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copyright 1956<\/p>\n
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quote:
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“The party had been wonderful. Lois had surprised herself when she allowed Mayson to cut in on her dance with Clark. But of course Perry had stepped in, cautioning her about his deep and deadly “dip.” It had been fun and she was sorry to see the evening end.
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But then Superman had appeared at her window. She had invited him in and learned something new about him. He loved to dance!”
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“THIS is dancing,” he had told her. Then holding her in his arms he began twirling her around while floating! And as the song ‘Fly Me To the Moon ‘ended, wonder of wonders Superman began to sing to her!:<\/p>\n
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Happen while you’re dancing
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Things that you would not do at home
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Come naturally on the floor<\/p>\n
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Soon becomes romancing
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When you hold a girl in your arms that you’ve never held before<\/p>\n
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Come out all right if the girl is neat
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‘Specially if their lips should meet while dancing
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Just proving that the best things happen while you dance.<\/p>\n
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Words and Music by Irving Berlin<\/p>\n
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by Supermom<\/p>\n
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Any night, any day.
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In your heart you’ll hear it call you:
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“Come away, Come away.”<\/p>\n
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On the wind of the sea.
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“Here am I — your special high school.
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Come to me, Come to me.”<\/p>\n
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From “South Pacific”
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Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein 2nd
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Music by Richard Rodgers
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Copyright 1949<\/p>\n
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There’s a pain goes on and on
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An empty chair and empty table
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My best friend is dead and gone<\/p>\n
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Here it was we lit the flame
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Here we spoke about tommorrow
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And tommorrow never came<\/p>\n
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He worked towards a world reborn
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And he rose, with his voice ringing
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I can hear him now
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The very words that he had said
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Became his last communion
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In one frightening deadly flash, he’s gone.<\/p>\n
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That I live and you are gone
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There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
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There’s a pain, goes on and on
\n
Phantom face there at the window
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Phantom shadow on the floor
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An empty chair and empty table
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Where my friend will work no more<\/p>\n
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What your sacrifice was for
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An empty chair and empty table
\n
Where my friend will sit, no more.<\/p>\n
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lyrics by Herber Kretzmer<\/p>\n
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by Eraygun<\/p>\n
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There were never such devoted sisters
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Never had to have a chaperone, no sir
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I’m here to keep my eye on her<\/p>\n
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Every little thing that we are wearing
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When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
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She wore the dress and I stayed home<\/p>\n
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The same in the rain or sun
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Two different faces but in tight places
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We think and we act as one, ha-ha-ha-ha<\/p>\n
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Know that not a thing can come between us
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Many men have tried to split us up but no one can
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Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
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And lord help the sister who comes between me and my man<\/p>\n
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The same in the rain or sun
\n
Two different faces but in tight places
\n
We think and we act as one, ah-ha<\/p>\n
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Know that not a thing could come between us
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Many men have tried to split us up but no one can
\n
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
\n
And lord help the sister who comes between me and my man<\/p>\n
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Sister, don’t come between me and my man!
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The song completed Lois sits back down as Lucy pours coffee into their cups…<\/p>\n
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Words and Music by Irving Berlin<\/p>\n
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A little down the line
\n
The Planet and the Star and all
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Are scheduled to be mine.<\/p>\n
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Of most everything around
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From the grandest of the towers
\n
To the grubby common ground
\n
My reign will be a super-fearful thing
\n
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king.
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I’m going to be a wicked king
\n
Un-scrupulously unfair
\n
I only need a little time
\n
Perhaps a little hair.<\/p>\n
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Like no king was before
\n
I’m brushing up on looking down.
\n
I’m working on my roar.
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The people all will fear my sting
\n
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king.<\/p>\n
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Not Lois Lane nor Kent
\n
No one saying stop that
\n
Not even Superman
\n
Free to take what’er I wish
\n
I’ll be free to do it my way.<\/p>\n
\n
As someone said
\n
To talk of many things
\n
This may be true
\n
But I would rather stick to talking kings.<\/p>\n
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The world will bow at my feet
\n
It isn’t just my right
\n
Even my left will be divine
\n
Metropolis is waiting to go zing!<\/p>\n
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Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!<\/p>\n
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Now it looks as though they’re here to stay,
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Oh I believe in yesterday.”<\/p>\n
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There’s a shadow hanging over me,…”<\/p>\n
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I did some things wrong, now I long for yesterday…”<\/p>\n
\n<\/p>\n
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by Jude AKA Judith Williams<\/p>\n
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Out there in the future;
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When you live in Utopia.<\/p>\n
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You can’t own a gun there
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Lack of criminal behavior means a dull cornucopia.<\/p>\n
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Play on everyone’s TV,
\n
What a bore, but I’ll restore
\n
Some violence to my century.<\/p>\n
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Superman’ll be dead for forever and ever, if I have my way.<\/p>\n
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And kill ya while I’m at it
\n
If I had a time machine
\n
I could warp time and places
\n
Without leaving any traces
\n
If I had a time machine<\/p>\n
\n
Destroy the peace and silence
\n
If I had a time machine
\n
I could zoom off to Smallville
\n
And leave Supey feeling real ill
\n
If I had a time machine<\/p>\n
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Utopia’s such a bore
\n
I could kill some folks I’ve never killed before
\n
And then I’d stop and kill some more!<\/p>\n
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I’ll blush and say that I try
\n
With this lovely time machine
\n
I’ll do all that I can
\n
To murder baby Superman
\n
Thanks to this lovely time machine!<\/p>\n
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Time is fleeting;
\n
Madness takes its toll.
\n
But listen closely,
\n
Not for very much longer…
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I’ve got to keep control.”<\/p>\n
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Dinking those moments when the blackness would hit me,
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And the void would be calling…”<\/p>\n
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Let’s do the time-warp again!”<\/p>\n
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“You thought you played your cards right,
\n
But I’ll correct that fast,
\n
And it’ll drive you insane.”<\/p>\n
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“Let’s do the time-warp again!
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Let’s do the time warp again!”<\/p>\n
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In spoken voice (not sung): “You know, Miss Lane…”<\/p>\n
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“It’s so dreamy, my fantasy freed me.
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So you can’t beat me, no, not at all.
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In another dimension, with homicidal intention,
\n
Well secluded, I can do it all!<\/p>\n
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I was into the time slip.
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And nothing won’t ever be the same.
\n
I take revenge with sensation…”<\/p>\n
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“Let’s do the time-warp again!
\n
Let’s do the time warp again!”<\/p>\n
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“It’s just a jump to the left.”<\/p>\n
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(slow, dangerous) “But YOU put your hands on the ship… (music fades)<\/p>\n