An Extravagant Dispute (feat. The Original Cast of HAZEL: An Extravagant Musical)

Darling, quite extravagant, all right
But I've made up my mind
Let's not deny the obvious
Mhmm, that you've been a...

A shooting star at age of 17
Imagine what I'll be
In 35 more years or so
Oh, do tell

Flauntin' 'round
Oh, can't you see?
Dialed by every celebrity
Billie, Brendon, perhaps the Queen
I always mix up their numbers you know
Oh, please...
But hear me out

At every hertz on radio
Shiny stars are walked upon
The streets of fame
No one loves passé
And I'm to rad to stay
'Cause darling, no one listens
When you've got nothing
Queer to say

Now, hang on there
Sir "Glam-A-Lot Supreme"
For where does that leave me?
Am I a part of...?
My groupies?
No...
Yes
What?
No?
Stop!
You stop

Oh, fine then, go
Just blast off in the sky
But do I have to remind you?
The world is spinning
Even though you're not around

Such a drag
And you are not?
Oh, come on, Lady "Dust-A-Lot"
Phone call...
Queenie?
Planet Earth!
Never heard
I swear to God
All ears
I'm this close
Tempting
Darling
Hear me out!

At every hertz on radio
Shiny stars are walked upon
The streets of fame
No one loves passé
But you have always
Been the same
So, don't you think I will listen
If you've got nothing
Queer to say

Are you really doubting me?
Your self-proclaimed divinity
Can't you see?
That no one outta listen, outta
Listen if you don't hear me out

Then I won't be your stand-about
Lingering in visionary fantasies
Darling, don't you dream
What future holds for you and me?
Well, I don't wanna listen

When you are
Sitting there at age of 52
Got nowhere left to go
A refugee of memories
That's fine by me
But don't you see?
Darling no one listens
When you've got nothing
Queer to say