Act I Scene III

More predictions than Jimmy the Greek

MacDavis:

Lo, it is already The middle of the week

And I, the Star, do just now get to speak

Be thankful that you know your soliloquies survive

I don't seem to have a script for Acts four and five

Hold fast, what an ill wind blows thus

These foul women yonder, are reeking of pus

Mayhap from the stains that hang on their collars

I think they have eaten the chicken at Scholars'

Yet, through the mud they are making there way

It must be important, what they have to say

I can't stand walking in this slop

Hail to thee, the Prince of Pop

Hail to the new Prince of Funk and Soul

Hail to the soon King of Rock and Roll

When Victor changed his name to a sign

the Funk and Soul I claimed as mine

but MacMichael was the prince of pop

what horrid event could make him stop

And as for King of rock and roll

that is such an obvious troll

Your prophecies sound all too sloppy

Is this being taped for Hard Copy?

What of me? wicked sisters three

Is there nothing planned for me

My friend is promised pleasures many

Don't I deserve to be given any?

Just wait right there and let us talk

there must be something in my smock

He's right you know without a doubt

we should have thought this whole thing out

Fear not, it is not you we fleeces

here have a box of Reese's pieces

Oh thank you, thank you very much

I've never had a taste of such

not since my wicked little brudder

got chocolate in my peanut butter

Away, away let's not be seen

in such a poorly written scene

It's true, it's true, I'm very sad

that all these jokes are so damned bad

I hope our lines are not so poor

when again we meet in act four [Exeunt]

Bless you then my friend and dear [Gesheundeit]

It seems you have a happy ear

For your destiny can not be beat

and I have got these tasty treats

And yet that last one I do fear

For look the King is coming near

Notice where ever the King stops

he is always followed close by cops

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