O’ young little theatre company
Far away from here
Do you want to do my plays?
Would you like to drink a beer?
I want to get my words on
Inside of your black box
Morning after we’d have breakfast
A bagel and some lox
You’d remember it till the day you die
The night you did my show
The throbbing pulse of polite applause
Like a geyser in mid flow
And afterwards we have some drinks
And talk about our genius
So clear that night to one and all
Wish everyone could have seen us