"OUR TOWN" SPOILER WARNING - NEW DRAFT OF PARODY OF THE NEW PRODUCTION'S COUP DE THEATRE, with thanks to JoseSPiano and to PlayWiz of All That Chat
From ON OUR TOWN (to the tune of NEW YORK, NEW YORK, IT'S A HELLUVA TOWN)
(verse, moderately)
This play Our Town is for teachers and for scholars
That’s what the pundits claim
Sales should be down ‘cause the folks who pay the dollars
Are turned off by the name
But our business will cook
Got a sizzling hook
So our game
Is to light a flame
(a bit livelier)
It’s pork! It’s pork!
Theater won’t be the same!
(with energy)
It's pork, it's pork
A helluva coup
The bacon fries and the people go "ooh"
The most acclaim since the concert by Stew
It's pork, you dork -
A theatrical coup
The way it goes is this feller David Cromer
Caught lightning in a cup
The critics' noses are noting the aromer
And now their thumbs are up
Yeah it's makin' 'em hot
'Cause the bacon is what
Sells this pup.
Now let's go sup
On pork, on pork
It's makin' 'em kvell
Just think of all the concessions we'll sell
They're held in thrall by that helluva smell
It's pork, it's pork
It's a helluva smell!
We’ve seen revivals put on by Greg’ry Mosher
And by James Naughton too
But bacon live, though it’s not completely kosher
Sticks to the ribs like glue
Though Miss Piggy might chafe
We’re all jiggy with traif
And so nu
Let’s cue the crew
More pork. more pork
A gimmick with chops
The ham onstage even crackles and pops
Pig-malion’s next and we’ll use the same props
It’s pork, it’s pork
Yeah, the praise never stops
(dance break)
New pork. new pork
Our biggest expense
We closed the door so it’s filling the vents
So three cheers for the olfactory sense
Real pork, real pork
Say to hell with pretense!