Showtime - Iceage

The seats have been bought

Overcoats been taken off

Read the reviews, they were off the charts

The anticipation is practically steaming in the room

I hear the set design is state of the art

A bright young singer is the lead of the show

He is as handsome as he’s talented

He’s got that certain kind of je ne sais quoi

A potential superstar

Women and men, ladies and gents

Upper crust and working folks

Blockbusters, dishwashers

Lady killers and floor moppers

Take to your seats the show starts in ten

An elder lady clears her throat, then turns to her spouse

Says she’s not quite sure what all this fuss is about

Dear, the cast has virtually been showered in Tonys

Lawrence Olivier Awards and Obies

Line the ladies up in sequin bathing suits of fine design

Let’s marvel as they dance, revel in the glance

You’ve never seen more dashing a show

Bathed in coordinated lighting, the evening’s singer announces his entré

In the roaring applause, a pistol he draws

And blows his brains all over the stage

Hence it’s showtime

Wretched pantomime

Is this some sort of sick joke

Played on well-paying folks

What a selfish swine

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And from his head on the boards arose

A cloud of hazy grey smoke

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