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NARRATOR: This gaunt young fellow is our hero—an unlikely hero, and poorly dressed at that—but well suited for our purposes! |
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NARRATOR:
Orphaned at four, raised by rats, illiterate, putrid-smelling, despicable in every
way—but endowed with an angelic singing voice—he wandered the gutters in search
of a brighter future, and friends to share it with. SFX: At "singing voice", we briefly hear the BOY’s not-very-angelic squawking |
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NARRATOR: For he had no friends. If truth be told, the boy wasn’t a friendly fellow. |
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BOY (Thom): Truth? Truth sucks! |
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MAN: No—she is young and beautiful! |
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MUSIC: You’re
a Loser BOY: (sings) I don’t got a thing, |
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BOY: (sings)
I’m no good, I’m no good I’m no good—I’m no good. BACKUP SINGERS: (over this) He’s no good, he’s no good, he’s no good—baby sing it again! BOY: I’m no good, I’m no good, I’m no good—I’m no good. VOICE: (screaming) You’re no stinking good! |
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BOY: (sings)
With that yellow car, I could get around Show it off All over town. With money and friends I'd never be down, Have a proper name, Not just a common noun-- |
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BOY: (sings)
I’m no good, I’m no good I’m no good—I’m no good. BACKUP SINGERS: Why don't we sing it again? BOY: I’m no good, I’m no good, I’m no good—I’m no good. VOICE: (screaming) You’re no stinking good! |