The Evil Prince - Line In Vancouver, British Columbia, 1984

Lyrics for The Evil Prince - Line In Vancouver, British Columbia, 1984

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium Now in his infinate respondable party personage as de Evil Prince and through de magik o stage-kraft of course Wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom Now check it on out now Somewhere, over there, I can tell I guess so There's the voice of A potato-headed whatchamacallit Whoo, do tell Who does not wish me well His clothes are quite stupid And also his shoes Ain't no bussiness like show business He's got a big ol' duck-mouth Who knows how he chews He thinks he knows something About THE GREAT PLAN How ULTIMATE BLANDNESS Must RULE and COMMAND He knows not a drop Not a crumb Not a whit Of the reason for doing This criminal shit And then, if he did Would it matter a bit? Not at all Because it is writ- Our BEIGE-BLANDISH GOD Tends to CERTIFY IT Only the boring and bland shall survive Only the lamest of lameness will thrive Take it or leave it, you won't be alive If you are overtly CREATIVE Fairies and faggots and queers are CREATIVE All the best music on Broadway is NATIVE Who will step forward And end all this trouble? For beige-blandish citizens Clutching the rubble Of vanishing dreams Of wimpish amusement Replaced by a rash Of CREATIVE confusement Soon, my brave Zombies Youll make your return Broadway will glow Broadway will burn Along with the remnants of Everything new My HOLY DISEASE will do Wonders for you Those lovely producers Who paid for you then Will do it again, and again, and again The spying potato The spying potato With horrible diction And terrible diction Will rot in the garbage I can smell it right now When this shows eviction Takes place shortly after My alternate skill Of THEATRICAL SABOTAGE Triumphs YOUR will I've a special review Yes I know you really do I've been saving for years Yes I know you really have For a show just like this For a really stupid show With POTATOES and QUEERS I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and dull I'll say it makes boils inside of your skull I'll say it's the worst-of-the-worst of the year No wind down the plain, and it's hard on your ear I'll say it's the work of an infantile mind I'll say that it's tasteless, and that you will find A better excuse to spend money or time At a Tupper-Ware Party, wee-oo So, do be a smarty Oo-oo-wee-oo Hold on to that dollar A little while longer For spending it here Why, it couldn't be wronger What's happened to Broadway? Where's it gone, all the glitter? The heart and soul The patter? The pitter? And after this deadly review hits the paper In will come ROPER, BENDER & RAPER To legally execute all that remains Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains Drug-addled brains, drug addled brains Hold on to that g-string A little while longer For spending it here Why, it couldn't be wronger What's happened to Broadway? Where's it gone, all the glitter? The heart and soul The patter? The pitter? And after this deadly review hits the paper In will come ROPER, BENDER & RAPER To legally execute all that remains Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, brai-hains...