Birds do it, bees do it, wrote old king Cole back in the day. In our time--how'd we ever get so lucky?--a "witty" mating song sounds more like this:
"Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you/He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that/So I just watch and wait for you to salute/But you didn't pick/Not many women can refuse this pimpin'/But I'm a nice guy, but you get it if you get with me".
How could any chick fail to be swayed by such, er, charm?
So, what’s on Broadway now? There are the kiddie shows – The Lion
King, Beauty and the Beast, Mary Poppins, Matilda.
There are the gay shows – Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, Kinky
Boots. There are the shows for people who think musical theater is supposed
to be a rock concert punctuated by plot: Jersey Boys, Rock of
Ages. The age of legitimate musicals – ones with original plot and music,
with non-generic lyrics and actual heart – seems to be ending.
It says a lot about the state of the not-so-Great White Way that the only traditional Broadway musical of note in the past two years was Bombshell--and it could only be seen on TV.
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