The Racing Horse Winner reprise (excerpt)
YOU BET ON A HORSE, AND ANOTHER, AND THEN
YOU KEEP BETTING ON HORSES AGAIN AND AGAIN.
YOU’RE UP ON A HIGH, AND YOU’LL NEVER COME OFF IT,
YOUR PROBLEMS ARE HIDDEN BY PILES OF PROFIT.
YOU FEEL LIKE A PRINCE, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
THAT YOUR CASTLE IS BUILT ON A BASEMENT OF SAND.
A CASTLE WITH SAND AS THE BASEMENT PERHAPS IS
PRECISELY THE REASON YOUR CASTLE COLLAPSES.
YOU BET ON A HORSE, AND ANOTHER, AND THEN
YOU KEEP BETTING ON HORSES AGAIN AND AGAIN.
YOU’RE UP ON A HIGH, AND YOU’LL NEVER COME OFF IT,
YOUR PROBLEMS ARE HIDDEN BY PILES OF PROFIT.
YOU FEEL LIKE A PRINCE, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
THAT YOUR CASTLE IS BUILT ON A BASEMENT OF SAND.
A CASTLE WITH SAND AS THE BASEMENT PERHAPS IS
PRECISELY THE REASON YOUR CASTLE COLLAPSES.
The Racing Horse Winner reprise - clip (from The Rocking Horse Winner) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain
The Gods of the Theater (excerpt)
LOOK AT THAT YOUR SKULL IS SOFT AND SWEET.
IT'S ADORABLE AND PETITE.
IT'S BARELY EVEN BRAINY.
LOOK AT THIS, MY BRAIN IS STIFF.
SO COME CLOSER AND TAKE A WHIFF.
IT'S THROBBING AND IT'S VEINY!
LOOK AT THAT YOUR SKULL IS SOFT AND SWEET.
IT'S ADORABLE AND PETITE.
IT'S BARELY EVEN BRAINY.
LOOK AT THIS, MY BRAIN IS STIFF.
SO COME CLOSER AND TAKE A WHIFF.
IT'S THROBBING AND IT'S VEINY!
The Gods of the Theater - clip (from Nothing Like Broadway!)Music & lyrics by David Rackoff
Wonderland, Wonderland reprise (excerpt)
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I’D STARE IN THE MIRROR,
AND ENVY THE BOY LOOKING OUT FROM THE GLASS.
HE WAS A PROPHET WHOSE VISION WAS CLEARER.
NOW ALL THAT HE TOLD ME IS COMING TO PASS.
A BEAUTIFUL GIANT WOULD CRIPPLE OUR LAND,
REQUIRING THE AID OF A SINGULAR MASCULINE HAND.
SEE THEM COMPARING THE SIZE OF THEIR PECKERS,
WHILE SQUATTING AROUND IN A POOL OF THEIR MESS.
THINKING THEY’RE SMART IN THEIR BATTLES OF CHECKERS,
WHILE UNDER THEIR NOSE IS A MAN PLAYING CHESS.
THE VISION I VISIONED FEELS MORE LIKE A PLAN.
THE BOY IN THE MIRROR LOOKS OUT FROM THE GLASS AT A MAN!
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I’D STARE IN THE MIRROR,
AND ENVY THE BOY LOOKING OUT FROM THE GLASS.
HE WAS A PROPHET WHOSE VISION WAS CLEARER.
NOW ALL THAT HE TOLD ME IS COMING TO PASS.
A BEAUTIFUL GIANT WOULD CRIPPLE OUR LAND,
REQUIRING THE AID OF A SINGULAR MASCULINE HAND.
SEE THEM COMPARING THE SIZE OF THEIR PECKERS,
WHILE SQUATTING AROUND IN A POOL OF THEIR MESS.
THINKING THEY’RE SMART IN THEIR BATTLES OF CHECKERS,
WHILE UNDER THEIR NOSE IS A MAN PLAYING CHESS.
THE VISION I VISIONED FEELS MORE LIKE A PLAN.
THE BOY IN THE MIRROR LOOKS OUT FROM THE GLASS AT A MAN!
Wonderland, Wonderland reprise - clip (from The Tyrant of Wonderland) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain