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Grass

by John Paul Sharp

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Grass, Scene I Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Wilbur:  Like a tin o' sardines that bus was packed head to tail; tail to head;  gill to gill is how we stacked but it got me here. so enough about that codin' up widgets is where I'm at.  They don't get coded; they don't get made widget buildin' is why I'm paid.  Mr B:  you want stacked; I got stacked. out on the way them cars were backed my pool's drippin' crumbs and spittin' out the door my ride's got to looking like a bird cage floor.  but the beemer got me here so nuff 'bout that watchin' out for Lil Will is where I'm at.  Lady G:  It's the sales game that's where I'm at It's the sellers and buyers make engineers fat.  But enough 'bout that. Got a new girl today.  old one, she's gone, gone the romance way won't happen again, 'cause I ain't no fool.  lookin' out for Lisa's how I stay cool.  Lisa:  The sun is shining; the grass is greening.  the birds are flying; the bees are stirring on my walk here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover along the sidewalk, above the levee, a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers. Wilbur: Mr. B? Who's that shinin' up Dorthea's old space? That's some credit, I'd say, to the whole human race.  Mr B:  That lady G, she got a new girl. Open the door, Lil Will, give her a whirl.  Lisa:  My new desk here, so sad and lonely Perchance some candy in a crystal bowl or photos maybe, or flowers only it needs some love to make it whole.  Lady G:  Don't be goin' lovey, Lisa girl.  What you got is fine enuf, That's your desk, unpack your stuff.  The widgets we make don't sell themselves Get on the phone and empty some shelves.  Lisa Hello, hello, my neighbors near.  It says here you are engineering. My father once an engineer, went from there to architecting. Mr B:  Li'l Will, what's holdin' you up?  Time seems ripe to make some talk. In fashion school we had this rule:  It's bold that talk, timid walks. Wilbur:  Bold on the key, that's nothin' to me.  but eye to eye you're not gonna' see from over here I play the rake but face to face my heart can't take the mind is strong, the outlook bleak when it comes to meet the knees go weak Mr B:  How many lives you think you got?  Gotta do it now, or do it not.  Wilbur:  Look who's talkin' Mr who is you walk your walk? that what you do?  Mr B:  It's your sad eyes lookin' cross the way let's worry about me some other day.  Wilbur:  Lil Will, Lil Will, whatcha waitin' for?  opportunity's knockin' - gotta' open the door.  Pleased to meet you, new neighbor near.  We do have architects, somewhere yonder here you've got just a widget coder. who might be still when he gets older Lady G:  Li'l Lisa, aintcha' got work to do?  And I don't mean chattin' up no tech fool.  You'll not be going ole Dorthea's way. at your desk is where you gotta stay.  Wilbur:  if by chance you brought a lunch today or might like to share a ham and cheese I know a place to eat not so far away across the street by the Maple trees Lisa:  I brought a sandwich and a salad And I'd love to eat not so far away Lady G:  enough of this bull! I got an office to run got a lot going on and it ain't all fun ain't losin' my girl to no tech stud Lady G's gonna' nip this weed in its bud Lisa & Wilbur:  one door opens; another closes. one step taken; the path grows longer.  ignore the thorns and smell the roses that's the way we all grow stronger. 
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Grass, Scene I Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Wilbur:  Like a tin o' sardines that bus was packed head to tail; tail to head;  gill to gill is how we stacked but it got me here. so enough about that codin' up widgets is where I'm at.  They don't get coded; they don't get made widget buildin' is why I'm paid.  Mr B:  you want stacked; I got stacked. out on the way them cars were backed my pool's drippin' crumbs and spittin' out the door my ride's got to looking like a bird cage floor.  but the beemer got me here so nuff 'bout that watchin' out for Lil Will is where I'm at.  Lady G:  It's the sales game that's where I'm at It's the sellers and buyers make engineers fat.  But enough 'bout that. Got a new girl today.  old one, she's gone, gone the romance way won't happen again, 'cause I ain't no fool.  lookin' out for Lisa's how I stay cool.  Lisa:  The sun is shining; the grass is greening.  the birds are flying; the bees are stirring on my walk here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover along the sidewalk, above the levee, a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers. Wilbur: Mr. B? Who's that shinin' up Dorthea's old space? That's some credit, I'd say, to the whole human race.  Mr B:  That lady G, she got a new girl. Open the door, Lil Will, give her a whirl.  Lisa:  My new desk here, so sad and lonely Perchance some candy in a crystal bowl or photos maybe, or flowers only it needs some love to make it whole.  Lady G:  Don't be goin' lovey, Lisa girl.  What you got is fine enuf, That's your desk, unpack your stuff.  The widgets we make don't sell themselves Get on the phone and empty some shelves.  Lisa Hello, hello, my neighbors near.  It says here you are engineering. My father once an engineer, went from there to architecting. Mr B:  Li'l Will, what's holdin' you up?  Time seems ripe to make some talk. In fashion school we had this rule:  It's bold that talk, timid walks. Wilbur:  Bold on the key, that's nothin' to me.  but eye to eye you're not gonna' see from over here I play the rake but face to face my heart can't take the mind is strong, the outlook bleak when it comes to meet the knees go weak Mr B:  How many lives you think you got?  Gotta do it now, or do it not.  Wilbur:  Look who's talkin' Mr who is you walk your walk? that what you do?  Mr B:  It's your sad eyes lookin' cross the way let's worry about me some other day.  Wilbur:  Lil Will, Lil Will, whatcha waitin' for?  opportunity's knockin' - gotta' open the door.  Pleased to meet you, new neighbor near.  We do have architects, somewhere yonder here you've got just a widget coder. who might be still when he gets older Lady G:  Li'l Lisa, aintcha' got work to do?  And I don't mean chattin' up no tech fool.  You'll not be going ole Dorthea's way. at your desk is where you gotta stay.  Wilbur:  if by chance you brought a lunch today or might like to share a ham and cheese I know a place to eat not so far away across the street by the Maple trees Lisa:  I brought a sandwich and a salad And I'd love to eat not so far away Lady G:  enough of this bull! I got an office to run got a lot going on and it ain't all fun ain't losin' my girl to no tech stud Lady G's gonna' nip this weed in its bud Lisa & Wilbur:  one door opens; another closes. one step taken; the path grows longer.  ignore the thorns and smell the roses that's the way we all grow stronger. 
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Grass, Scene I Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Wilbur:  Like a tin o' sardines that bus was packed head to tail; tail to head;  gill to gill is how we stacked but it got me here. so enough about that codin' up widgets is where I'm at.  They don't get coded; they don't get made widget buildin' is why I'm paid.  Mr B:  you want stacked; I got stacked. out on the way them cars were backed my pool's drippin' crumbs and spittin' out the door my ride's got to looking like a bird cage floor.  but the beemer got me here so nuff 'bout that watchin' out for Lil Will is where I'm at.  Lady G:  It's the sales game that's where I'm at It's the sellers and buyers make engineers fat.  But enough 'bout that. Got a new girl today.  old one, she's gone, gone the romance way won't happen again, 'cause I ain't no fool.  lookin' out for Lisa's how I stay cool.  Lisa:  The sun is shining; the grass is greening.  the birds are flying; the bees are stirring on my walk here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover along the sidewalk, above the levee, a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers. Wilbur: Mr. B? Who's that shinin' up Dorthea's old space? That's some credit, I'd say, to the whole human race.  Mr B:  That lady G, she got a new girl. Open the door, Lil Will, give her a whirl.  Lisa:  My new desk here, so sad and lonely Perchance some candy in a crystal bowl or photos maybe, or flowers only it needs some love to make it whole.  Lady G:  Don't be goin' lovey, Lisa girl.  What you got is fine enuf, That's your desk, unpack your stuff.  The widgets we make don't sell themselves Get on the phone and empty some shelves.  Lisa Hello, hello, my neighbors near.  It says here you are engineering. My father once an engineer, went from there to architecting. Mr B:  Li'l Will, what's holdin' you up?  Time seems ripe to make some talk. In fashion school we had this rule:  It's bold that talk, timid walks. Wilbur:  Bold on the key, that's nothin' to me.  but eye to eye you're not gonna' see from over here I play the rake but face to face my heart can't take the mind is strong, the outlook bleak when it comes to meet the knees go weak Mr B:  How many lives you think you got?  Gotta do it now, or do it not.  Wilbur:  Look who's talkin' Mr who is you walk your walk? that what you do?  Mr B:  It's your sad eyes lookin' cross the way let's worry about me some other day.  Wilbur:  Lil Will, Lil Will, whatcha waitin' for?  opportunity's knockin' - gotta' open the door.  Pleased to meet you, new neighbor near.  We do have architects, somewhere yonder here you've got just a widget coder. who might be still when he gets older Lady G:  Li'l Lisa, aintcha' got work to do?  And I don't mean chattin' up no tech fool.  You'll not be going ole Dorthea's way. at your desk is where you gotta stay.  Wilbur:  if by chance you brought a lunch today or might like to share a ham and cheese I know a place to eat not so far away across the street by the Maple trees Lisa:  I brought a sandwich and a salad And I'd love to eat not so far away Lady G:  enough of this bull! I got an office to run got a lot going on and it ain't all fun ain't losin' my girl to no tech stud Lady G's gonna' nip this weed in its bud Lisa & Wilbur:  one door opens; another closes. one step taken; the path grows longer.  ignore the thorns and smell the roses that's the way we all grow stronger. 
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Grass, Scene I Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Wilbur:  Like a tin o' sardines that bus was packed head to tail; tail to head;  gill to gill is how we stacked but it got me here. so enough about that codin' up widgets is where I'm at.  They don't get coded; they don't get made widget buildin' is why I'm paid.  Mr B:  you want stacked; I got stacked. out on the way them cars were backed my pool's drippin' crumbs and spittin' out the door my ride's got to looking like a bird cage floor.  but the beemer got me here so nuff 'bout that watchin' out for Lil Will is where I'm at.  Lady G:  It's the sales game that's where I'm at It's the sellers and buyers make engineers fat.  But enough 'bout that. Got a new girl today.  old one, she's gone, gone the romance way won't happen again, 'cause I ain't no fool.  lookin' out for Lisa's how I stay cool.  Lisa:  The sun is shining; the grass is greening.  the birds are flying; the bees are stirring on my walk here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover along the sidewalk, above the levee, a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers. Wilbur: Mr. B? Who's that shinin' up Dorthea's old space? That's some credit, I'd say, to the whole human race.  Mr B:  That lady G, she got a new girl. Open the door, Lil Will, give her a whirl.  Lisa:  My new desk here, so sad and lonely Perchance some candy in a crystal bowl or photos maybe, or flowers only it needs some love to make it whole.  Lady G:  Don't be goin' lovey, Lisa girl.  What you got is fine enuf, That's your desk, unpack your stuff.  The widgets we make don't sell themselves Get on the phone and empty some shelves.  Lisa Hello, hello, my neighbors near.  It says here you are engineering. My father once an engineer, went from there to architecting. Mr B:  Li'l Will, what's holdin' you up?  Time seems ripe to make some talk. In fashion school we had this rule:  It's bold that talk, timid walks. Wilbur:  Bold on the key, that's nothin' to me.  but eye to eye you're not gonna' see from over here I play the rake but face to face my heart can't take the mind is strong, the outlook bleak when it comes to meet the knees go weak Mr B:  How many lives you think you got?  Gotta do it now, or do it not.  Wilbur:  Look who's talkin' Mr who is you walk your walk? that what you do?  Mr B:  It's your sad eyes lookin' cross the way let's worry about me some other day.  Wilbur:  Lil Will, Lil Will, whatcha waitin' for?  opportunity's knockin' - gotta' open the door.  Pleased to meet you, new neighbor near.  We do have architects, somewhere yonder here you've got just a widget coder. who might be still when he gets older Lady G:  Li'l Lisa, aintcha' got work to do?  And I don't mean chattin' up no tech fool.  You'll not be going ole Dorthea's way. at your desk is where you gotta stay.  Wilbur:  if by chance you brought a lunch today or might like to share a ham and cheese I know a place to eat not so far away across the street by the Maple trees Lisa:  I brought a sandwich and a salad And I'd love to eat not so far away Lady G:  enough of this bull! I got an office to run got a lot going on and it ain't all fun ain't losin' my girl to no tech stud Lady G's gonna' nip this weed in its bud Lisa & Wilbur:  one door opens; another closes. one step taken; the path grows longer.  ignore the thorns and smell the roses that's the way we all grow stronger. 
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Grass, Scene I Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Wilbur:  Like a tin o' sardines that bus was packed head to tail; tail to head;  gill to gill is how we stacked but it got me here. so enough about that codin' up widgets is where I'm at.  They don't get coded; they don't get made widget buildin' is why I'm paid.  Mr B:  you want stacked; I got stacked. out on the way them cars were backed my pool's drippin' crumbs and spittin' out the door my ride's got to looking like a bird cage floor.  but the beemer got me here so nuff 'bout that watchin' out for Lil Will is where I'm at.  Lady G:  It's the sales game that's where I'm at It's the sellers and buyers make engineers fat.  But enough 'bout that. Got a new girl today.  old one, she's gone, gone the romance way won't happen again, 'cause I ain't no fool.  lookin' out for Lisa's how I stay cool.  Lisa:  The sun is shining; the grass is greening.  the birds are flying; the bees are stirring on my walk here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover along the sidewalk, above the levee, a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers. Wilbur: Mr. B? Who's that shinin' up Dorthea's old space? That's some credit, I'd say, to the whole human race.  Mr B:  That lady G, she got a new girl. Open the door, Lil Will, give her a whirl.  Lisa:  My new desk here, so sad and lonely Perchance some candy in a crystal bowl or photos maybe, or flowers only it needs some love to make it whole.  Lady G:  Don't be goin' lovey, Lisa girl.  What you got is fine enuf, That's your desk, unpack your stuff.  The widgets we make don't sell themselves Get on the phone and empty some shelves.  Lisa Hello, hello, my neighbors near.  It says here you are engineering. My father once an engineer, went from there to architecting. Mr B:  Li'l Will, what's holdin' you up?  Time seems ripe to make some talk. In fashion school we had this rule:  It's bold that talk, timid walks. Wilbur:  Bold on the key, that's nothin' to me.  but eye to eye you're not gonna' see from over here I play the rake but face to face my heart can't take the mind is strong, the outlook bleak when it comes to meet the knees go weak Mr B:  How many lives you think you got?  Gotta do it now, or do it not.  Wilbur:  Look who's talkin' Mr who is you walk your walk? that what you do?  Mr B:  It's your sad eyes lookin' cross the way let's worry about me some other day.  Wilbur:  Lil Will, Lil Will, whatcha waitin' for?  opportunity's knockin' - gotta' open the door.  Pleased to meet you, new neighbor near.  We do have architects, somewhere yonder here you've got just a widget coder. who might be still when he gets older Lady G:  Li'l Lisa, aintcha' got work to do?  And I don't mean chattin' up no tech fool.  You'll not be going ole Dorthea's way. at your desk is where you gotta stay.  Wilbur:  if by chance you brought a lunch today or might like to share a ham and cheese I know a place to eat not so far away across the street by the Maple trees Lisa:  I brought a sandwich and a salad And I'd love to eat not so far away Lady G:  enough of this bull! I got an office to run got a lot going on and it ain't all fun ain't losin' my girl to no tech stud Lady G's gonna' nip this weed in its bud Lisa & Wilbur:  one door opens; another closes. one step taken; the path grows longer.  ignore the thorns and smell the roses that's the way we all grow stronger. 
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Scene II Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lisa:  you make the web go? how do you do it?  are there squirrels there? like a the power plant?  or is it energy? like when the sun shines, and the grapes fill, dreaming of fine wine?  Wilber:  no cute rodents, but lots of kittens keep the sun behind you to see the rainbow of the internet and all that follows it's all just ones or else it's zeros Lisa:  so philosophical! and from a coder i'll stick with practical until I'm older Wilbur:  you call up strangers and sell our widgets how do you do it? i'd get all flustered! Lisa:  like when you spoke to me and didn't know my name first you listened, then you were friendly it's helps to take yourself a bit less seriously Wilbur:  so philosophical! yet so practical.  a taste of reefer has helped me see it now about Mr. B who watches out for me, a bit less seriously just might set him free Lisa:  How about my Lady G all up in pin-stripes as if that's all you wear! when climbing ladders anyone can see, if they looked carefully she'd climb more easily if she wore leather! Wilbur:  Hey, my man, in that cabover Pete, yer rig's makin' smake that ain' so sweet the grate on your right, it needs some care my homies inside get the air from there Lisa:  my brave new Wilbur! might be a coder but when he needs to, he's something bolder and when that Pete moves, and our grate is free i see opportunity for Misses G and B Wilber:  So quick is Lisa, she could be a coder. still I'm thinking and have to wonder the vent is so tall, the vent is so wide our little stash here would get lost inside Lisa:  This is Washington, there's a store next door.  Lisa & Wilbur:  There's something in the air that wasn't there before. Soon our garden, now so full of gloom will soon be verdant and everywhere in bloom
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Scene II Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lisa:  you make the web go? how do you do it?  are there squirrels there? like a the power plant?  or is it energy? like when the sun shines, and the grapes fill, dreaming of fine wine?  Wilber:  no cute rodents, but lots of kittens keep the sun behind you to see the rainbow of the internet and all that follows it's all just ones or else it's zeros Lisa:  so philosophical! and from a coder i'll stick with practical until I'm older Wilbur:  you call up strangers and sell our widgets how do you do it? i'd get all flustered! Lisa:  like when you spoke to me and didn't know my name first you listened, then you were friendly it's helps to take yourself a bit less seriously Wilbur:  so philosophical! yet so practical.  a taste of reefer has helped me see it now about Mr. B who watches out for me, a bit less seriously just might set him free Lisa:  How about my Lady G all up in pin-stripes as if that's all you wear! when climbing ladders anyone can see, if they looked carefully she'd climb more easily if she wore leather! Wilbur:  Hey, my man, in that cabover Pete, yer rig's makin' smake that ain' so sweet the grate on your right, it needs some care my homies inside get the air from there Lisa:  my brave new Wilbur! might be a coder but when he needs to, he's something bolder and when that Pete moves, and our grate is free i see opportunity for Misses G and B Wilber:  So quick is Lisa, she could be a coder. still I'm thinking and have to wonder the vent is so tall, the vent is so wide our little stash here would get lost inside Lisa:  This is Washington, there's a store next door.  Lisa & Wilbur:  There's something in the air that wasn't there before. Soon our garden, now so full of gloom will soon be verdant and everywhere in bloom
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Scene II Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lisa:  you make the web go? how do you do it?  are there squirrels there? like a the power plant?  or is it energy? like when the sun shines, and the grapes fill, dreaming of fine wine?  Wilber:  no cute rodents, but lots of kittens keep the sun behind you to see the rainbow of the internet and all that follows it's all just ones or else it's zeros Lisa:  so philosophical! and from a coder i'll stick with practical until I'm older Wilbur:  you call up strangers and sell our widgets how do you do it? i'd get all flustered! Lisa:  like when you spoke to me and didn't know my name first you listened, then you were friendly it's helps to take yourself a bit less seriously Wilbur:  so philosophical! yet so practical.  a taste of reefer has helped me see it now about Mr. B who watches out for me, a bit less seriously just might set him free Lisa:  How about my Lady G all up in pin-stripes as if that's all you wear! when climbing ladders anyone can see, if they looked carefully she'd climb more easily if she wore leather! Wilbur:  Hey, my man, in that cabover Pete, yer rig's makin' smake that ain' so sweet the grate on your right, it needs some care my homies inside get the air from there Lisa:  my brave new Wilbur! might be a coder but when he needs to, he's something bolder and when that Pete moves, and our grate is free i see opportunity for Misses G and B Wilber:  So quick is Lisa, she could be a coder. still I'm thinking and have to wonder the vent is so tall, the vent is so wide our little stash here would get lost inside Lisa:  This is Washington, there's a store next door.  Lisa & Wilbur:  There's something in the air that wasn't there before. Soon our garden, now so full of gloom will soon be verdant and everywhere in bloom
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Scene III Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lady G:  Got shit on by a bird; got stung by a bee. But I got Lennon' in my buds, Que sera, that's me.  ain't right ya say, ya say it ain't fair maybe it's Lisa, maybe something in the air the new me now is what yer gonna' see whatever's goin' down, I say let it be.  Mr B:  bought me a bird; joined a sewing bee. the real me now is who you gonna see don't shade me wrong, ain't like I don't care maybe it's Will, maybe somethin' in the air the lil widget king's done made my day  Talkin' up Lisa, showin' me the way Wilbur:  on my way here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover Lisa:  along the sidewalk, above the levee a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers Lisa & Wilbur: now our garden, once so full of gloom now grows verdant and soon will be in bloom  the door is locked still, like it was before where's that something that wasn't there before Mr B:  Li'l Will, Lil Lisa, that door don't move?  Lemme give you a hand. I'm in the groove.  pay no mind what I'm wearin'  this girl's come prep'd for tearin' like the old mad said 'for the big R did fall, Lady G, Lady G, tear down this wall! Lady G: That door got itself stuck again tight?  I got the key, gonna' make it right the spell's been broken, the spirit freed Lady G's got all the power you need Lisa: our job is done here, our task completed I feel like Tonto with my Lone Ranger now we'll ride off into the sunset or maybe to our desks, if they're much closer.  Wilbur:  there's no more work for me, not 'till tomorrow some hours from then, I'll have to borrow for our elixir, so well the office blessed as a coder, as made me useless Lisa:  my earnest coder might well remember that even Jesus sometimes went fishing It's we who right wrongs, who make such sacrifice, I'll be at my desk, sitting and pretending Mr B:  'cause of you all the wall did fall but 'round here widgets still make the call Lil Will, you gotta' tap them keys if you gonna' code 'em up and earn your fees. Wilbur:  he's right, you know, i gotta' say 'round here, it's widgets rule the day I gotta' tap these keys if i'm gonna' earn my fees.  Lady G:  Lil Lisa', ain't you got somethin' to do?  starin' into space'll be the end of you like Mr. B said, talkin' to all you all girl, when it rings, ya' gotta' take the call Lisa:  Lil Lady Lisa, you got a job to do starin' into space'll be the end of you like the man just said, across the way girl, when it rings, pick it up and say 'hey'.
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Scene III Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lady G:  Got shit on by a bird; got stung by a bee. But I got Lennon' in my buds, Que sera, that's me.  ain't right ya say, ya say it ain't fair maybe it's Lisa, maybe something in the air the new me now is what yer gonna' see whatever's goin' down, I say let it be.  Mr B:  bought me a bird; joined a sewing bee. the real me now is who you gonna see don't shade me wrong, ain't like I don't care maybe it's Will, maybe somethin' in the air the lil widget king's done made my day  Talkin' up Lisa, showin' me the way Wilbur:  on my way here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover Lisa:  along the sidewalk, above the levee a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers Lisa & Wilbur: now our garden, once so full of gloom now grows verdant and soon will be in bloom  the door is locked still, like it was before where's that something that wasn't there before Mr B:  Li'l Will, Lil Lisa, that door don't move?  Lemme give you a hand. I'm in the groove.  pay no mind what I'm wearin'  this girl's come prep'd for tearin' like the old mad said 'for the big R did fall, Lady G, Lady G, tear down this wall! Lady G: That door got itself stuck again tight?  I got the key, gonna' make it right the spell's been broken, the spirit freed Lady G's got all the power you need Lisa: our job is done here, our task completed I feel like Tonto with my Lone Ranger now we'll ride off into the sunset or maybe to our desks, if they're much closer.  Wilbur:  there's no more work for me, not 'till tomorrow some hours from then, I'll have to borrow for our elixir, so well the office blessed as a coder, as made me useless Lisa:  my earnest coder might well remember that even Jesus sometimes went fishing It's we who right wrongs, who make such sacrifice, I'll be at my desk, sitting and pretending Mr B:  'cause of you all the wall did fall but 'round here widgets still make the call Lil Will, you gotta' tap them keys if you gonna' code 'em up and earn your fees. Wilbur:  he's right, you know, i gotta' say 'round here, it's widgets rule the day I gotta' tap these keys if i'm gonna' earn my fees.  Lady G:  Lil Lisa', ain't you got somethin' to do?  starin' into space'll be the end of you like Mr. B said, talkin' to all you all girl, when it rings, ya' gotta' take the call Lisa:  Lil Lady Lisa, you got a job to do starin' into space'll be the end of you like the man just said, across the way girl, when it rings, pick it up and say 'hey'.
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Scene III Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lady G:  Got shit on by a bird; got stung by a bee. But I got Lennon' in my buds, Que sera, that's me.  ain't right ya say, ya say it ain't fair maybe it's Lisa, maybe something in the air the new me now is what yer gonna' see whatever's goin' down, I say let it be.  Mr B:  bought me a bird; joined a sewing bee. the real me now is who you gonna see don't shade me wrong, ain't like I don't care maybe it's Will, maybe somethin' in the air the lil widget king's done made my day  Talkin' up Lisa, showin' me the way Wilbur:  on my way here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover Lisa:  along the sidewalk, above the levee a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers Lisa & Wilbur: now our garden, once so full of gloom now grows verdant and soon will be in bloom  the door is locked still, like it was before where's that something that wasn't there before Mr B:  Li'l Will, Lil Lisa, that door don't move?  Lemme give you a hand. I'm in the groove.  pay no mind what I'm wearin'  this girl's come prep'd for tearin' like the old mad said 'for the big R did fall, Lady G, Lady G, tear down this wall! Lady G: That door got itself stuck again tight?  I got the key, gonna' make it right the spell's been broken, the spirit freed Lady G's got all the power you need Lisa: our job is done here, our task completed I feel like Tonto with my Lone Ranger now we'll ride off into the sunset or maybe to our desks, if they're much closer.  Wilbur:  there's no more work for me, not 'till tomorrow some hours from then, I'll have to borrow for our elixir, so well the office blessed as a coder, as made me useless Lisa:  my earnest coder might well remember that even Jesus sometimes went fishing It's we who right wrongs, who make such sacrifice, I'll be at my desk, sitting and pretending Mr B:  'cause of you all the wall did fall but 'round here widgets still make the call Lil Will, you gotta' tap them keys if you gonna' code 'em up and earn your fees. Wilbur:  he's right, you know, i gotta' say 'round here, it's widgets rule the day I gotta' tap these keys if i'm gonna' earn my fees.  Lady G:  Lil Lisa', ain't you got somethin' to do?  starin' into space'll be the end of you like Mr. B said, talkin' to all you all girl, when it rings, ya' gotta' take the call Lisa:  Lil Lady Lisa, you got a job to do starin' into space'll be the end of you like the man just said, across the way girl, when it rings, pick it up and say 'hey'.
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Scene III Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lady G:  Got shit on by a bird; got stung by a bee. But I got Lennon' in my buds, Que sera, that's me.  ain't right ya say, ya say it ain't fair maybe it's Lisa, maybe something in the air the new me now is what yer gonna' see whatever's goin' down, I say let it be.  Mr B:  bought me a bird; joined a sewing bee. the real me now is who you gonna see don't shade me wrong, ain't like I don't care maybe it's Will, maybe somethin' in the air the lil widget king's done made my day  Talkin' up Lisa, showin' me the way Wilbur:  on my way here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover Lisa:  along the sidewalk, above the levee a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers Lisa & Wilbur: now our garden, once so full of gloom now grows verdant and soon will be in bloom  the door is locked still, like it was before where's that something that wasn't there before Mr B:  Li'l Will, Lil Lisa, that door don't move?  Lemme give you a hand. I'm in the groove.  pay no mind what I'm wearin'  this girl's come prep'd for tearin' like the old mad said 'for the big R did fall, Lady G, Lady G, tear down this wall! Lady G: That door got itself stuck again tight?  I got the key, gonna' make it right the spell's been broken, the spirit freed Lady G's got all the power you need Lisa: our job is done here, our task completed I feel like Tonto with my Lone Ranger now we'll ride off into the sunset or maybe to our desks, if they're much closer.  Wilbur:  there's no more work for me, not 'till tomorrow some hours from then, I'll have to borrow for our elixir, so well the office blessed as a coder, as made me useless Lisa:  my earnest coder might well remember that even Jesus sometimes went fishing It's we who right wrongs, who make such sacrifice, I'll be at my desk, sitting and pretending Mr B:  'cause of you all the wall did fall but 'round here widgets still make the call Lil Will, you gotta' tap them keys if you gonna' code 'em up and earn your fees. Wilbur:  he's right, you know, i gotta' say 'round here, it's widgets rule the day I gotta' tap these keys if i'm gonna' earn my fees.  Lady G:  Lil Lisa', ain't you got somethin' to do?  starin' into space'll be the end of you like Mr. B said, talkin' to all you all girl, when it rings, ya' gotta' take the call Lisa:  Lil Lady Lisa, you got a job to do starin' into space'll be the end of you like the man just said, across the way girl, when it rings, pick it up and say 'hey'.
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Scene III Words by Jim Fox Music by John Paul Sharp Lady G:  Got shit on by a bird; got stung by a bee. But I got Lennon' in my buds, Que sera, that's me.  ain't right ya say, ya say it ain't fair maybe it's Lisa, maybe something in the air the new me now is what yer gonna' see whatever's goin' down, I say let it be.  Mr B:  bought me a bird; joined a sewing bee. the real me now is who you gonna see don't shade me wrong, ain't like I don't care maybe it's Will, maybe somethin' in the air the lil widget king's done made my day  Talkin' up Lisa, showin' me the way Wilbur:  on my way here, down in the valley I saw some rabbits munching on clover Lisa:  along the sidewalk, above the levee a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers Lisa & Wilbur: now our garden, once so full of gloom now grows verdant and soon will be in bloom  the door is locked still, like it was before where's that something that wasn't there before Mr B:  Li'l Will, Lil Lisa, that door don't move?  Lemme give you a hand. I'm in the groove.  pay no mind what I'm wearin'  this girl's come prep'd for tearin' like the old mad said 'for the big R did fall, Lady G, Lady G, tear down this wall! Lady G: That door got itself stuck again tight?  I got the key, gonna' make it right the spell's been broken, the spirit freed Lady G's got all the power you need Lisa: our job is done here, our task completed I feel like Tonto with my Lone Ranger now we'll ride off into the sunset or maybe to our desks, if they're much closer.  Wilbur:  there's no more work for me, not 'till tomorrow some hours from then, I'll have to borrow for our elixir, so well the office blessed as a coder, as made me useless Lisa:  my earnest coder might well remember that even Jesus sometimes went fishing It's we who right wrongs, who make such sacrifice, I'll be at my desk, sitting and pretending Mr B:  'cause of you all the wall did fall but 'round here widgets still make the call Lil Will, you gotta' tap them keys if you gonna' code 'em up and earn your fees. Wilbur:  he's right, you know, i gotta' say 'round here, it's widgets rule the day I gotta' tap these keys if i'm gonna' earn my fees.  Lady G:  Lil Lisa', ain't you got somethin' to do?  starin' into space'll be the end of you like Mr. B said, talkin' to all you all girl, when it rings, ya' gotta' take the call Lisa:  Lil Lady Lisa, you got a job to do starin' into space'll be the end of you like the man just said, across the way girl, when it rings, pick it up and say 'hey'.

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John Paul Sharp Seattle, Washington

John Paul Sharp is a singer/songwriter, actor and writer living in Seattle, Washington. He has published over twenty albums of music and written and produced three musicals for the stage. You can also see his work as a composer and actor on LeighAnn Gould's short film, Three Sister's Laundry. ... more

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