Monday, August 22, 2005

For Magnolia

As one of my favorite constant readers has been upset over my choice of sing-a-longs, I searched far and wide until I came upon this chestnut from the Broadway classic, Follies. I think this 11th hour number just about sums up the life of our dear Ms. Thunderpussy ... so with out further ado,

Everyone ready?


PAX:
Good times and bum times,
She's seen them all and, my dear,
She's still here.
Plush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But She's here.
She's stuffed the dailies
In her shoes.
Strummed ukuleles,
Sung the blues,
Seen all her dreams disappear,
But she's here.

JUSTROSE:
She's slept in shanties,
Guest of the W.P.A.,
But she's here.
Danced in her scanties,
Three bucks a night was the pay,
But she's here.
She's stood on bread lines
With the best,
Watched while the headlines
Did the rest.
In the Depression was she depressed?
Nowhere near.
She met a big financier
And she's here.

ROWAN SNICKS & VIRGINA GAL:
She's been through Gandhi,
Windsor and Wally's affair,
And She's here.
Amos 'n' Andy,mags
Mah-jongg and platinum hair,
And She's here.
She got through Abie's
Irish Rose,
Five Dionne babies,
Major Bowes,
Had heebie-jeebies
For Beebe's
Bathysphere.
She lived through Brenda Frazier
And She's here.

TAZZY and PIGGY:
She's gotten through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover,
Gee, that was fun and a half.
When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover,
Anything else is a laugh.
She's been through Reno.
She's been through Beverly Hills,
And she's here.
Reefers and vino,
Rest cures, religion and pills,
And she's here
Been called a pinko
Commie tool,
Got through it stinko
By her pool.
She should have gone to an acting school.
That seems clear,
Still, someone said, "She's sincere,"
So she's here.

MAGNOLIA: (IN SPOTLIGHT)
Black sable one day.
Next day it goes into hock,
But I'm here.
Top billing Monday,
Tuesday you're touring in stock,
But I'm here.
First you're another
Sloe-eyed vamp,
Then someone's mother,
Then you're camp.
Then you career from career
To career.
I'm almost through my memoirs.
And I'm here.
I've gotten through "Hey, lady, aren't you whoozis?
Wow! What a looker you were."
Or, better yet, "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis.
Whatever happened to her?"
Good times and bum times,
I've seen 'em all and, my dear,
I'm still here.
Flush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But I'm here.

EVERYONE:
I've run the gamut.
A to Z.
Three cheers and dammit,
C'est la vie.
I got through all of last year
And I'm here.
Lord knows, at least I was there,
And I'm here!
Look who's here!
I'm still here!

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