Chip Zien - Falsettoland/About Time lyrics

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Chip Zien - Falsettoland/About Time lyrics

MENDEL: h*mos**uals Women with children Short insomniacs And a teeny tiny band Come, right in The welcome mat is on the floor Let's, begin This story needs an ending h*mos**ual Father with children One bar mitzvah that Is scrupulously planned ALL: Lover's come and lover's go Lover's fight and sing fortissimo Give these handsome boys a hand Welcome to Falsetto-land TRINA and JASON: Fancy families DR. CHARLOTTE: Women internists CORDELIA: Kosher caterers WOMEN: Who are trying to expand ALL: Everybody on his mark WOMEN: Congregate at Central Park MEN: Pretty boys are in demand ALL: Welcome to Falsetto-land WHEE! WHOO! What a world we live in! WHEE! WHOO! What a world we live in! MARVIN: It's about time, don't ya think? It's about time to grow up, don't ya think? It's about time to grow up and face the music It's about time I had a wife I had a lover He ran for cover, she I divorced I got hissed when I cracked my lover on the wrist She got pissed and ran off with my psychiatrist So I don't have a psychiatrist Except on the Jewish holidays but I still have my son on the weekends Just on the weekends And some very good friends But I don't have a lover anymore Oh my God When am I gonna get over this? When am I gonna get over this? When am I gonna get over this? ALL except MARVIN: h*mos**uals TRINA: Women with children ALL: Ex-Ex Lovers MENDEL: And a teeny tiny band ALL: Welcome to Falsettoland MENDEL: Psycho-an*lysts JASON: Child insomniacs ALL: Welcome to Falsettoland Liberal Democrats DR. CHARLOTTE and CORDELIA: Spiky lesbians ALL: Welcome to Falsettoland WHIZZER and CORDELIA: Kosher caterers Add MENDEL and JASON: Short insomniacs Hypochondriacs Add ALL: Yiddish Americans Crazy families Radiologists Intellectuals Nervous wrecks! Ah AH! Welcome to Falsetto-land MARVIN: It's about time, don't ya think It's about time to grow up, don't ya think It's about time to grow up and face the music It's about time One day I'd like to be As mature as my son, who's twelve and a half And this tall! That's all I'd like to be It's about growing up, getting older, living on a lover's shoulder Learning love is not a crime It's about time It's about time It's about time It's about-

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