"Theatre has become the beggar on the street
And school productions have finaces to meet
Her belly pregnant with the bastard of technology
For what we are about to do, needs no apology
Dare we actors awaken the sleeping muses?
Amidst this illusion with it's electrical fuses?
This is where it starts, as we play our parts
A morality play with music along the way
In a fictious setting called Buffalo Town
Where the mayor is a complete clown
the style is medieval upon the pages
For we are indeed, still in the dark ages
Let's meet our leading part
Before you unduly depart
The actors are standing by
To make you laugh and cry
And it's time for me to say
Goodbye!"
"Theatre has become the beggar on the street
And school productions have finaces to meet
Her belly pregnant with the bastard of technology
For what we are about to do, needs no apology
Dare we actors awaken the sleeping muses?
Amidst this illusion...