And Lyrics

And lyrics

Bobby: 

Well, to begin with, I come from this quasi-middle-upper or
upper-middle class, family-type-home. I could never figure out which but it was
real boring. I mean, we had money - but no taste. You know the kind of house -
Astroturf on the patio? Anyway my mother had a lot of card parties and was one
of the foremost bridge cheaters in America. My father worked for this big
corporation. They used to send him out into the field a lot - to drink. Better
that than to find him lying on his office floor But he was okay I was the
strange one. 



Zach: 

How strange? 



Bobby: 

Real, real strange. I used to love to give garage recitals. BIZARRE
recitals. This one time I was doing Frankenstein as a musicale and I
spray-painted this kid silver - all over. They had to rush him to the hospital.
'Cause he had that thing when your pores can't breathe He lived 'cause luckily I
didn't paint the soles of his feet. And (He goes into pantomime) 



Richie: 

And. 

What if I'm next? 

What if I'm next? 

What am I gonna do? 

I haven't got a clue. 

I gotta think of
something. 

What does he want? 

What does he want? 

Stories
from the past. 

I better find one fast. 



Maggie, Greg, Bebe,
Richie, Val, Paul 

What should I say? 

What can I tell him? 



Bobby: 

(Out of pantomime, spoken) As I got older I kept
getting stranger and stranger, I to go down to this Busy intersection near my
house rush hour and direct traffic. I just wanted To see if anybody'd notice
me. That's when I started breaking people's houses -- oh, I didn't steal
anything --just re-arrange their furniture. And (He goes into pantomime) 



Val: 

And 

Orphan at three, 

Orphan at three. 

Mother and dad both gone. 

Raised by a sweet ex-con. 

Tie