Back In The Day

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Michael X. Martin - Pop, Broadway

Back In The Day

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GEORGE Back in the day, my dad was not my friend We were like strangers 'til the bitter end The stick was too far up his butt to bend He couldn't I wouldn't (spoken) Walk with me, son (sung) Back in the day, the soft stuff went unsaid To say "I love you" filled a man with dread My father said it once and then dropped dead You can't have feelings when you wear the pants Come on, let's dance BRIAN Who is this person and what has he done with my father? GEORGE Shuffle ball change BRIAN Decades of silence, now he has something to say GEORGE And turn! BRIAN There was a time I'd have loved this Now, why does he bother? BOTH It's really too bad, if only we'd had this talk back in the day GEORGE (spoken) Nice! Try this one There's a lot about me you don't know BRIAN (spoken) Back at ya! BOTH (sung) It's really too bad, if only we'd had this talk back in the day! BRIAN (spoken) Watch this, Dad! GEORGE (spoken) Good job, Buddy BRIAN Thanks, Dad GEORGE And when you see Rebecca give her this BRIAN Sure, Dad. What is it? GEORGE A prenup BRIAN A prenup?! GEORGE Yeah! BRIAN You couldn't have brought up a prenup before now? GEORGE You're about to inherit a lot of money, Son. I'm just trying to protect you BRIAN But Dad, I'm taking care of myself GEORGE What you have to realize, Son, is that fifty percent of all marriages - BRIAN End in divorce, I know - GEORGE No. They last. 'Til death do you part BRIAN What if I say no? GEORGE I'll simply rejig your grandfather's trust so there's nothing in your name but debt Who do you think you're dealing with boy? BRIAN I'll speak to Rebecca GEORGE Good job... Buddy. A five, six, seven... (sung) Back in the day, a man knew where he stood He wed a girl from his own neighborhood She gave her word, you knew that word was good But now a girl's priorities can shift You get my drift? Shuffle ball change BRIAN (sung) Thirty years old and I still can't stand up to my father Decades of silence, still you've got nothing to say Why bother talking when talking is not worth the bother? Pathetic and sad I promise you Dad We'll have that talk... One day... One day... Some day! Shuffle ball change!

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  • Brian Hargrove