@ALBUM: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers @SONG: The Rough-As-A-Cob March ------------------------------------------- (source: From "Big Book of Plays", page 62-63) Choir: We're marching, marching to Shibboleth, With the Eagle and the Sword! We're praising Zion 'til her death, Until we meet our last reward! Men: Our Lord's reward! Women: Zion! Oh happy Zion! O'er wrapp'd, but not detained! Men: Lion, f'rocious Lion! His beard our mighty mane! Women: At First and Main! Men: Oh, we;ll go marching, marching to Omaha, With the Buckram and the Cord! Women: You'll hear us "boom" our State! Men: Ha, ha! As we cross the final ford! Women: The flaming Ford! Choir: Zion! Oh mighty Zion! Your bison now are dust! As your cornflakes rise "Gainst the rust-red skies, Then our blood requires us must Go ... Men: Marching, marching to Shibboleth, With the Eagle and the ... Women: The Buckram and the Cord! Men: Sword! Praising Zion 'til her death! Women: Ha, ha! Men: Until we eat our last reward! Women: The flaming Ford! Choir: Zion! Oh righteous Zion! There is no one to blame! For the homespun pies 'Neath the cracking skies Shall release the fulsome rain! Tenor: Shall release! Men: Shall release! Soprano: Shall release! Women: Shall release! Choir: Shall release the vinyl rein! @SONG: Peorgie's Song --------------- (Android Sisters:) Porgy Tirebiter! He's a spy and a girl delighter, Orgie Firefighter! He's just a student like you. If you're looking for a Captain of the Ringball Team, You can bet he won't be there. You'll find him pa-popping off at Pop's Sodium Shoppe, Tr-trailing a red, with red hair. Doobie doo-wah... Porgy Tirebiter! Just a student like you! (PORGY:) "Like me?!" Just a student like you! (Father:) "Stop singing and finish your homework !" Just a student like you! ooooooooooo..." @SONG: We're bringing the war back home ---------------------------------- We're bringing the war back home Where it ought to have been before! We'll kill all the bees And spiders and flies And we wont play in iceboxes lying on their sides We'll wash our hands after wee-wee. And if we're a girl, before! And we'll march,march,march, et cetera! 'Til we never do march no more! (All together, now, boys!) We're bringing the war back home Where it ought to have been before! The pretty donut girl on the corner Will be smilin' with a wringer in her hair! We'll wash our hands after wee-wee, And if we're a girl before! And we'll march, march, march, et cetera! 'Till we don't have to march no more (Hum along now...) We won't have to March! We won't have to March! We won't have to March no more!