The 80’s reincarnated, momentarily:
Hard Work, but we made it
It was magical-
We couldn’t keep it down
When José showed us what he got.
Tyrone spat it like the best
No four letter words-
He IS the laser.
Our very own Carmen Diaz
Dazzled the stage-
It was a performance I’m sure we’ll all
Remember remember remember…
We didn’t need no violins
to sing our love songs – indeed
in Bring on Tomorrow, where
Carmen and Shlomo kiss on the
LIPS DAMMIT LIPS … (ahem) –
perhaps they could use a handshake next time?
Artists are special, artists are people
Who are the teachers but artists themselves?
Then there’s the Prez, wheelin’ and dealin’
“Do these glasses make me look like a drug dealer?”
Mabel really saved us with her prayer:
Who knew that Jesus was a drummer?
We all danced on the sidewalk
We all looked up to Meryl Streep
And sang songs about our cruisers children.
We all got a little lost in L.A,
But our dreams really did come true
With the music, the lights –
We lit up the stage like a flame
And Oh, take me now Jesus!
There was a band back there?
We strutted and fretted our hour upon the stage
-and sadly we are heard no more
The family, the friends
The inside jokes and lessons learned
Are over, but there is still something left to keep:
I feel it coming together
Baby, remember me…
Applause, the curtain closes and
Life returns to normal.