2008-03-15
11:13 p.m.

Sigh, a Sigh-Oh

(to the tune of the old Irish song
"Molly Malone", lovingly rewritten by Julie)

In New York's fair city
Filled with playwrights so witty
We first set our eyes on a faint-hearted knight
Who slayed all the girlies
By flashing his pearlies
And building thigh muscles, a sigh, a sigh-oh.

As Robin, he acted
While Broads he attracted
With flowing red wigs and a nice pair of tights
Brought lust, unabated
And accentuated
His forceful thigh muscles, a sigh, a sigh-oh.

He's wowing the critics
By waxing Semitic
And bringing the full house down, night after night
Broads turn more suctorial *
When Clay's Terpsichore-ial **
Bringing dreams of thigh muscles, a sigh, a sigh-oh.

A sigh, a sigh-oh...
A sigh, a sigh-oh...
Broads love us some muscles, a sigh, a sigh-oh!

* having organs or parts adapted for sucking or clinging

** from the Muse of the dance, taking a series of rhythmical steps (and movements) in time to music

-- graphic blandishment by Julie, with many thanks to Jan for her song selection assistance!