Flaming Agnes
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[AGNES, spoken] Oh, that pompous, pompous, pompous, pompous ass! Now's the time for that hat The one I've been saving for all these years [AGNES] An eighty-five dollar hat What do you think of that? Thirteen feathers of the pigeon family And a bird of paradise plume I hid this hat for four whole years In this great big box at the foot of the bed Right here in this very same room But now, my spouse, it's out of the box And I'm gonna tell you what If I am going to go to pot This pot is gonna be hot! Say, who's that racy, middle-aged lady Peeking underneath her veil? Why, don't you know? That's Flamin' Agnes Her husband up and left her Who's that pale, available matron Underneath the peacock's tail? Why, can't you guess? That's Flamin' Agnes Emancipated lady! Used to find her sittin' in the kitchen Mousy housewife was her name But the day her husband up and left her Agnes started to flame Now they say that nothin' can save her And they blame her husband for The blazin' shame Of Flamin' Agnes! [Dance break.] Flirtin' with the fellas Used to find her tendin' to the kiddies Up to here in Cream of Wheat But the day her husband up and left her That's the day that Agnes turned the heat on Now she flames from night 'til early mornin' While he slaves to raise the alimony He must pay To Flamin' Agnes!
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Credits
- Writers
- Harvey Schmidt
- Tom Jones (Playwright)