You can see it, with the naked eye
As they raise their lighters up towards the sky
You can write about
it in your diary
There’s no Cory Feldman, no Choreography
Under your dashboard, in the glove compartment
You’ve got the tickets to the show
No reservation,
No obligation
And by the way just so you know…
CHORUS
So Guy, What’s It gonna be?
Lights, Camera, Action, It’s a Mystery
Stare in awe at these
new tableaux
We’ve got it all at the Water Street Picture Show
What was the question? Hey don’t ask me
What is the answer? Just you wait and see
Don’t
come expecting politically correct
Just go down the street to the discotheque
If you follow the street signs, to the heart of the town
You’ll catch a glimpse of the old marquee
Sorry,
no refunds if the ending bites
Blame the producer for the travesty
REPEAT CHORUS
Nobody ever memorized a line
It didn’t matter; delivery was fine
But they won’t stop talking,
quiet on the set
Now that’s a wrap folks, It’s too good to rent
REPEAT CHORUS
