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(Adult orphans singing–Mr. Buford among.)

For not for where

For never care–

For store us all in tuperware–

Preserved for all the dwellers in the

deep refridge of hell.

For love for hate

For boredom’s sake–

For sleeping with our sex awake–

Reserved for explications with the

midnight caramel.

(spotlight on Mr. Buford and dog, Charlie–forlorn soliloquy in song)

And then

For shame

For barely knew the name

For showing to the party late

And snoozing when we came.

(Now talking–sad acceptance)

Well…

I guess that’s about it, old boy

Guess we kinda…missed the boat.

Heh…that’s a cliche

We’re all sorta cliches by now.

Well, there she goes.

Wind in her sails.

Wave, Charlie.

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

(Buford return to singing)

Verbose verghost

Verdemonhost–

Forever vied to hold the most–

But lo the boat is sailed and now we

have no light to veil.

(Quiet chanting)

Boat sail away, boat sail away, boat sail…

Boat sail away, boat sail away, boat sail…

(Buford Sighs)

(Pause, burst of light and confetti. All dance energetic–enter line girls in full kick and costume)

Boat sail away! Boat sail away! Boat sail!

Boat sail away! Boat sail away! Boat sail!

Personify the world

He’s kind of a jerk

But what if he’s a girl?

She’s corners to lurk

Prancin’ the expanses for a dollar                                                                  

(That’s it?)

Gnawing the advances of our fathers                                                      

(To spit)

Whorin’ neosporin and formin’ back into clayyyyy

our

BOAT SAIL AWAY! BOAT SAIL AWAY! BOAT SELL! BOAT SAIL AWAY! BOAT SELL AWAY! BOAT SMELL! BOAT SELL AWAY! BOAT SELL AWAY! SELL IT AWAYYYY!

Yeah!

(Hold last pose and all loosen up at once and kind of start laughing about random songs and being dead and stuff)

FADE OUT