Act 2, Scene 1B

Lyrics
BRITISH DANCING GIRL: I must have been hysterical But, you know, when they'd got us all Sitting on red-hot folding chairs There was still one of the old dears Below us on the deck. I could See every freckle on his head It was like school; I bit my lip And tried ever so hard to keep From looking at him. Then, guess what? I saw a lighted cigarette Approaching at foot-level. Bliss Omar, who was extremely nice Kept us in ciggies the whole time We'd all had lunch before we came On deck. Or breakfast. Sandwiches Anyway. First a great big piece Of meat, and then a little bread Buttered, but not on the right side They all were more or less like that In some there wasn't any meat Or cheese, or anything. It was Just absolutely ludicrous And then later when Omar left And Rambo came, nobody laughed He slapped a few people around A bit, and shouted that he'd send Us all to hell, and told us why In rotten English. Actually Men like that aren't ever up To much. You watch out for the type Who looks as if he wouldn't fight If he were paid. Now, I'd have bet Omar would do for at least one Passenger. An American How do I put it? They were sure They had their rights, but this was war; Something they failed to comprehend I did though, and I shut up, and Looked at the rivets by my feet You know the story of the Great Eastern, the ship built by Brunel? A man was trapped inside the hull Riveting. That's a joke. I thought Of that, and knew I'd be all right
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Credits
- Writers
- Alice Goodman
- John Coolidge Adams