NP "Feelings"

[Tom Hickey]

From: David Morris <fqmorris at hotmail.com>
Sent: Sunday, September 12, 1999 9:41 PM


> Let's kill Sir Andrew LLoyd Weber now, please!  Then let's burn his corpse
> atop Jimmy Buffet, fuelled by rum-soaked white sports jackets!
>

Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what tune the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly sentimental
-Los Bros Finn

We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle
-R.Waters