Show Stoppin Number

It's a
Show stoppin' number
A real showstopper
A show stoppin' number, c'mon...

Something to shock 'em,
To bring them a-crawlin'
A big time box office draw

With the press and the glamour
We'll kill the reviews
Spotlight on Mr. Ingenue
So fill up your tumbler
Got a show stopping number for you

Professor, please
If they find us, they will kill us!

A show stoppin' number
Is something you die for
A real catchy ear-wormy tune
An award-winning score
That seeps in and out of your pores
A ditty to make the chorus girls swoon
It'll unify humanity
In a thundering chorus
No exits from this Broadway venue
So splash those shiny cymbals
Got a show stopping hymnal for you

This song's pretty good, huh?
I bet you didn't know I was also a composer
In fact, while I've been preparing for the apocalypse
I've also been writing my own musical
Do you mind if I give you the pitch?

We don't have time

Fucking go for it

It's called 'Workin' Boys: A New Musical!'
It's the story of a group of old college chums
Sure, they've found 'success' in the business world
Still, they can't help but long for the simpler times
Back in that beat up old house at the edge of campus
But those glory days?
They're gone for good
...Or are they?
This here is the title number

Business calls
I'm up to my ass in shit
What is this business?
Markets are crashing
And I'm at the edge of my wits
I just can't take it
When all I want to do
Is spend the day with
Greg...
And Steve...
And Stu...
And Mark...
And Leighton...
And Chad

Ring ring
The phone rings
I answer it

Oh, hey, Greg
I'm swamped...
With Business
Stocks, bonds, golden parachutes
Remember those days on the football field, Greg?
Last weekend feels like ages ago

What?
Today?
After work?
On the football field?
The old stompin' grounds, eh, Greg?
Just you and me...
And Steve
And Stu
And Mark
And Leighton
And... Chad

Five o'clock
I'll see you then, Greg!
I'll see you then...

All I want to do
Is spend the day with Steve and...
Five o'clock can't come soon enough
Five o'clock can't come soon enough
Five o'clock can't come soon enough
I can't wait to get home to my boys

A show stoppin' number
A real showstopper
An aria to rule them all
They'll throw us their money at full price admission
The world will come tumbling down
Hamilton move over, your new competition's in town

Hey, Henry

Greg!
Is that really you?

Professor, no!
That's not Greg!

Been a long time

Hey, boys!
Wanna toss that pigskin around?

Stu!
You haven't aged a day!
Is it five o'clock already?
It must be!

Come on, Henry.
We've got some catching up to do.

Workin boys
We're up in our ass in shit
What is this business?
Five o'clock can't come soon enough
Five o'clock can't come soon enough
Five o'clock can't come soon enough
I can't wait to get home to my boys



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Blim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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