Noel: In my life I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City,
Saskatchewan, but... in my dreams... I played a different role. (takes off clothes to reveal black ones underneath) I was Monique
Gibeau in Post-War France…(starts singing) a person with a heart of black charcoal I write poems to burn by firelight
drink champagne and guzzle gin
good girls call me the town bicycle
don't knock it 'til you've tried my life of sin oh, claude, my pimp knows never mess with me
last prick did that faded quick, to black
“i have no idea where to find him officers...”
but if you do
please mention that
i'd like to have returned the pretty knife
that i stuck
ten! times! in! his! back! For I sing songs until the break of dawn I embrace a new man every night my life's one never ending carnival
Choir: A world a bozzy floozy flashing light
Noel: I want to be that messed up girl (Mischa goes behind him) he said, I think I am in love with you I've heard that lie million times before oh, tonight I give into the fantasy take love when you can when you are bored for I sing songs until the break of dawn I embrace new man every night, my life is one never ending carnival world of boozy floozy flashing lights I want to be that messed up girl now I sell my love for opium in some rat infested Chinese nice and at night I burn myself with cigarettes just to prove I'm still alive 8 months later I get sick and kicked out I see the ugly light of day dying in an ally way a priest kneels down to me
Ricky: (in a random accent) my child do you have any words you want to say to the Lord
Noel: oui say that like him I choose to burn out rather than fade away For I sing songs until the break of dawn I embrace a new man every night my life's one never ending carnival
Choir: A world a bozzy floozy flashing light
Noel: I want to be that messed up girl wanna be that mest up girl (he keeps saying it as the choir says BROKEN HEART, A FLASK
OF GIN TATTOO'D WITH A SAFETY
PIN TEETH ALL STAINED WITH
NICOTINE RUNNING NYLONS,
SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY, HOLY
TERROR WILD EYES AND BAD
MASCARA BROKEN HEART, A FLASK
OF GIN TATTOO'D WITH A SAFETY PIN
TEETH ALL STAINED WITH NICOTINE
RUNNING NYLONS, SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY, HOLY TERROR WILD EYES AND BAD MASCARA…)
Noel: if I could have just one dream
Choir: if he could have just one dream
Noel: I'd be that messed up girl HEY!!!
YOU ARE READING
Ride The Cyclone Script
Humorscript ONLY FOR THE PRODUCTION MY GROUP DOES WITH THE RIGHTS (also we'll have a door bit curtains so anything with the curtains falling and rising will be us entering and leaving the door)
