SECOND INTERMISSION

Please join now with the good people of Pome Town, and all their people, in singing a verse of “The Song of What is Something Going On, other than Lower Prices.”

There is something going on

We know it in our guts

But despite it going on

We’re sitting on our butts

We just like to do our jobs

And then we get our check

We don’t care if what we do

Is sending us to heck

We just like to live our lives

In the standard way

That’s what we did all last week

And what we’ll do today

If we want to know the truth

We’ll turn on the TV

There we’ll hear the life to lead

And see places to be

If our lives do not equal

The ones we see on screen

We will have to compensate

To change how we are seen

Mostly we stay satisfied

Going to the store

That keeps us from suicide

And all-consuming bore

Seeing all the things to buy

Will put down that gun

Who could pass up such savings

And all of this fun

Intermission B

The writer is out again and he’s turning back the clocks and he’s burning down the docks and he’s busting all the blocks. He’s changing all the locks and he’s ticking all the tocks and he’s spreading deadly pox but his singing just don’t rocks.

He’s shooting down some flocks and he’s spraying things with flox and he’s called the nurses docs and he’s cooking some with woks.

Here’s some more that he’s scribbled and scrabble and babelled and bibled and mingled and mangled and tingled and tangled and betty sue grabled together.

And you mighty just think that it isn’t enough that it’s all so much guff that it’s far too and rough that with one look it goes puff that it is not the write stuff that he’s calling your bluff and you’ll leave in a huff. If that is so you just might want to know that all things end and so but there’s half way to go.