"Unemployed" - the Musical or "But Father, I want to sing..."

[Scene:  A mall early morning.  Store workers are busy opening stores for the day.]

[Middle aged man appears on stage singing]

MAN: Circuit City

such a pity

going under now

    Prices dropping

    feel like shopping

    yet, I wonder how

At the mall

wall to wall

signs of brightest red

    it's all on sale

    a wondrous tale

    yet my income's dead

CHORUS:  Yet his income's dead.

MAN w/ CHORUS:  Overjoyed, I should be overjoyed

MAN:  But I'm not...

CHORUS: No he's not...

MAN:  I'm unemployed

CHORUS: Yes, he's unemployed

A dime is all he's got.

MAN:  All I've got...

I could buy

me, oh my

Everything I see

    But there's no dough

    don't ya know

    So I'll let it be...

CHORUS: Let it be, let it be, let it be

MAN:  Oh, this fate

which I hate

All the world's a tease

    The euro's down

    and the Pound

    but I can't travel overseas

Overjoyed

CHORUS:  He should be overjoyed.

MAN:  but I'm not.  I'm so annoyed.

CHORUS:  Yes, he's annoyed

MAN:  quite a lot.  My hopes destroyed.

CHORUS:  his hopes destroyed.  Was it a plot?

MAN:  Was it a plot?  Should I be paranoid?

CHORUS:  you should see Sigmund Freud...

MAN:  Because, like me, he now is unemployed...

[SPOKEN LIKE CHEERLEADERS]

MAN:  Summers off

TEACHER:  Like a teacher

TOGETHER:  Whole week off

PREACHER:  Like a preacher

TOGETHER:  Don't take orders

WAITER:  Like a waiter

TOGETHER:  or give orders

DOCTOR: Like a doctor

TOGETHER:  and every holiday

BANKER:  Like a banker, at the bank!

MAN:  My old boss is to thank...  

[SINGING AGAIN.  BUILDING TO CHORUS KICKLINE]

CAST:  So...  Now...   we're...    Overjoyed

Somehow we're overjoyed

we shouldn't be, and yet we are

and why be so annoyed

with all our hopes destroyed

BANKER:  I didn't really need another car

CAST:  we won't be paranoid 

or hire Sigmund Freud

to give advice or use his couch

We all are unemployed

Together unemployed

...and together feel this ouch.

[MAN STEPS OUT FROM CHORUSLINE]

MAN:  Circuit City

Such a pity

Going under now

Who'll be next

[BEEPING SOUND]

TEEN GIRL:  Ooo a text

[All on stage grab their cell phones and disburse on stage as they text.]

MAN:  [SLOWER] What's to say

Here's my resume

It's been redone a million times

I know somehow

That you don't want it now

and I should go apply on-line

but tell me friend

will this ever end

and will I ever find a job

To get that meal

will I beg and steal

How many banks I'll have to rob

BANKER:  [SPOKEN] Banks?  What banks?  Are they hiring?

MAN:  Unemployed... I'm only unemployed

[CHORUS TOGETHER AGAIN]

CAST:  It crosses borders, crosses class

MAN:  We're unemployed and just like hemorrhoids...

CAST:  a royal pain, right in the ass

MAN:  but this will pass

CAST:  yes, this will pass

MAN:  and we'll have jobs

CAST:  be working slobs

And then we'll be annoyed

and won't be overjoyed

MAN:  I'll work and envy all those people unemployed...

[CURTAIN]

Ok, so it's a work in progress.

-silly