Testi Soundtracks :: B

ALL 6:

Here we are, six characters, depressed and melancholy.

Here we are, six characters, in search of a finale.

We've racked our brains and taxed our minds

to find a trick that's new,

but still we haven't got the slightest idea what to do.



BARBARA JO:

[spoken] We might try a Russian ballet,

but a ballet might disclose that I am more

athletic than aesthetic on my toes.



HAMMY:

[spoken] Say, how about a circus? We could all go acrobatic.

Now, here's a trick I learned in school, to strenghten my...sciatic.



ANNE:

We could all go South American,

and cut a South American rug.

Ah, but I'd never arrive,

I ain't hep to their jive![

I'm just a Brooklyn jitterbug.



RAY:

[spoken] Hold everything- I've got it, pals!

Let's do an aquacade.

It's true that I can't swim a stroke, ah, but you oughta see me wade!



PENNY: What's wrong with doing something old? Something tried and true

TOMMY: Well, how about a minstrel show (PENNY joins) does that appeal to you?

PENNY: A good old-fashioned minstrel show

4 OTHERS: {spoken] That suits us

TOMMY: [spoken] Well, then let's go!



ALL 6:

Go and tell New York to grab a piece of cork

and join that blackout over Broadway.

Everybody's gonne be dancin' on air



BARBARA JO & RAY: When they hear 'em playin' "Swanee River" in Times Square

ANNE & HAMMY:

Every southern lass is gonna cook with gas,

and boy, that southern cookin's ok!



PENNY & TOMMY:

And when you hear that moan on the slide trombone,

you'll wanna black up (others join) for that blackout over Braodway.



PENNY & TOMMY:

Go and tell the town they oughta come on down

and join that blackout over Broadway



BARBARA JO & RAY: You'll see Andrew Jackson Brown, straight from the south

BARBARA JO: and if he don't entertain you, you can shut my mouth!

ANNE & HAMMY:

There'll be so much fun

that long before we're done those angels up in Heaven will say



PENNY & TOMMY:

Ain't got no time to stall, spread your wings,

you all, and start to black up for that blackout over Broadway.



CHORUS:

Every southern lass is gonna cook with gas,

and boy, that southern cookin's ok!

And when you hear that moan on the slide trombone,

you'll wanna black up for that blackout over Broadway!