Happy New Year
( ) = spoken

(How long til next year?

Three and a half minutes...)

I'm giving up my vices
I'm going back - back to school
Eviction or not
This week's been so hot
That long as I've got you
I know I'll be cool

I couldn't crack the love code, dear
'Til you made the lock on my heart explode
It's gonna be a happy new year
A happy new year

Coast is clear
You're supposed to be working
That's for midnight
Where are they?
There isn't much time

Maybe they're dressing
I mean what does one wear that's apropos
For a party - that's also a crime

Chips, anyone?

You can take the girl out of Hicksville
But you can't the Hicksville out of the girl

My riot got you on TV
I deserve a royalty

Be nice you two
Or no god awful champagne

Don't mind if I do
No luck?

Bolted plywood, padlocked with a chain
A total dead end

Just like my ex-girlfriend

Honey...?
I know you're there...
Please pick up the phone
Are you okay?

It's not funny
It's not fair
How can I atone?
Are you okay?

I lose control
But I can learn to behave
Give me one more chance
Let me be your slave

I'll kiss your Doc Martens
Let me kiss your Doc Martens
Your every wish I will obey

That might be okay
Down girl
Hell...stay

I did a bit of research
With my friends at Legal Aid
Technically, you're squatters
There's hope
But just in case

Rope!

We can hoist a line -

To the fire escape -

And tie off at

That bench!

I can't take them as chums

Start hoisting...wench

I think I should be laughing
Yet I forget
Forget how to begin

I'm feeling something inside
And yet I still can't decide
If I should hide
Or make a wide open grin

Last week I wanted just to disappear
My life was dust
But now it just may be a happy new year
A happy new year

Bond - James Bond

And Pussy Galore - in person

Pussy - you came prepared

I was a Boy Scout once
And a Brownie
'Til some brat got scared

Aha! Moneypenny - my martini!

Will bad champagne do?

That's shaken - not stirred

Pussy - the bolts

Just say the word!

Two minutes left to execute our plan

Where's everyone else?

Playing Spiderman

Ironic close up: tight
On the phone machine's red light
Once the Boho boys are gone
The power mysteriously comes on

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