Chris Port Blog #313. 'Because the nazis have taken over musical theatre, and I'm sick of Nuremberg musicals with hordes of starlet zombies.'

100,000 Poets For Change. Because the nazis have taken over musical theatre, and I'm sick of Nuremberg musicals with hordes of starlet zombies.

Marty Gull Song #17.

Showtime For Nazis
© Chris Port, 2010, martygull.co.uk.
All rights reserved.

(Originally drafted to the tune of Springtime For Hitler from The Producers - possibly the funniest musical routine in history... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHmYIo7bcUw)

Oh my god we’re up a river
Lost without a paddle
Have you seen Deliver-ance?
We need a bow and arrow
Men are in a rage
On minimum wage
The mystery of history
Is we turn back the page
Until it’s...

Showtime for nazis and musicals
No time for darkies and gays
English before were mixing race
Wishing now for more living space
Showtime for nazis and musicals
No time for theatre and art
Showtime for nazis and musicals
Come on, Britain
Forget them and laugh!

I was raped in Notting Hill
but got a date with the Old Bill!
Theatre’s boring. Art? We’re snoring.
Sing a song and set us roaring!

Showtime for nazis and musicals
Budgets are cutting our throats
Pain is the same for rich and poor
If you believe vain troubadours
Showtime for nazis and musicals
Borders are closing their doors
Showtime for nazis and musicals
Soon we'll be going...
You know we'll be going....
You know we'll be going to war!

And possibly the unfunniest song in musical history... Tomorrow Belongs To Me from the superb Cabaret. Still chills... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs5bnVoZK4Q&feature=related

(This early Marty Gull song was dropped because I couldn't... bring myself to pastiche the terrifying source material...)

Tomorrow Belongs To Her

(Originally drafted to the tune of Tomorrow Belongs To Her from Cabaret)

© Chris Port, 2010, martygull.co.uk.
All rights reserved.

The moon in the gutter is wintry and worn
The dog in the alley’s a cur
But huddle together and wait ‘til dawn
Tomorrow belongs to her

The stench of the vagrant is urine and sweat
The briny sea cold in his fur
But somewhere a story is not told yet
Tomorrow belongs to her

The girl in the bedroom is brushing her hair
Her bosom so white in her bra
Outside, comes a whimper
“Unfair, unfair,
Tomorrow belongs to her!”

Oh fair maiden, fair maiden, safely indoors
Your sorrow has waited for you
Thy morning has come
And my world is yours
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs to you!

Oh fair maiden, fair maiden, safely indoors
Your sorrow has waited for you
Thy morning has come
And my world is yours
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs to you!

Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs to you!

(Repeat ad Nazism)