Songs
- Mother's Lullaby
- That's My Boy
- H-O-M-O-sexuality
- You are Different
- A Mother’s Prayer
- Dysfunctional Dreams
- Waltz With Me
- Gay Pride March
- Fairy Tale Love
- Let’s Play House
- Mystery Man
- When My Eyes First Saw You
- Does Jesus Love Me
- The Misguided Preacher
- Get Out of My House
- I Am Just Me
- A Spot
- Knight in Tarnished Armor
- Remember a Friend
- You've Found a Friend
Mother's Lullaby
Mother:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Let me tell you who you are.
Little child of mine, innocent divine,
perfect human being, you.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Gift of love is what you are.
Sent from God above.
You bless our lives with love.
Sleep in peace, oh child of mine.
That's My Boy
Father:
That’s my boy!
Not a she, but a he, that’s my son!
That’s my boy!
He’s the hope for my dreams, he’s the one!
A ladies man like me.
Baseball playing jock, is he.
No sissy. Not my boy!
All the things I’ll never be,
that’s my boy!
Biff:
What if I’m not like that?
Am I still your son?
What if I am di’frent?
Am I still the one?
The son you gave your name to.
Is this son who loves you so.
But what if I’m not like that.
Will your love for me still grow?
H-O-M-O-SEX-U-A-LI-TY
(This song is lively, funny, bouncing from teacher to class. Miss Righteous soundly smacks the blackboard with her ruler * in syncopation to the music. She sings loudly, mildly off key with an annoying, warbling vibrato we so often hear in church. One always stands out, yet she thinks she sings sweetly.)
H-O-M-O-Sex-U-A-Lity. That’s a sin, you see.
H-O-M-O-Sex-U-A-Lity. That’s per-ver-si-ty.
Now, normal boys will like the girls. And pull their hair and grab their curls.
But boys and boys must never play. For its’ a sin to turn out gay!
H-O-M-O-Sex-U-A-Lity. This is what I say.
If you’re an H-O- M-O-S-E-X-U-Al, you won’t last one day.
BIFF: (raises his hand and rises to ask) But, why not, Miss Righteous?
M.R. (Angrily shaking her ruler in Biff’s face.) Because if you do, God will strike you down and kill you with his right hand of righteousness.
Biff: (frightened) Oh. (sheepishly sits down)
(M.R. Continues singing loudly and forcefully with class responding and echoing her words.
(class echo) She uses her ruler as a conductor’s baton and weapon to cue the (class) for their parts as she sings with them and teaches homophobia. The class becomes more exciteable as the song progresses. See score for syncopation and parts)
H – (H) -O -(O) -M-O-Sex-u-a-ity. That’s a sin, you see.
H-(H)-O-(O)-M-O-Sex-u,-a,-lity. That’s per-ver-si-ty.
Now, normal boys will like the girls. (G-I-R-L-S.)
And pull their hair and grab their curls. (C-U-R-L-S)
But boys and boys must never (P-L-A-Y)
For its’ a sin to turn out (G-A-Y)
H-(H)-O-(O)-M,-O,-Sex,-u,-a,-lity. Tell me what you say.
If you’re an H-O-M-O-S-E-X-U-AL, you won’t last one day.
M.R. (pages through bible) Now let me check my bible.
(Class does a dance to this musical parody of Mr. Rogers theme, using the H-O-M-O melody, becoming disruptive, chaotic, and borderline homophobic.). Well, I can’t find it right now, but I know it’s in there some place. (Turns to class like an orchestra conductor and raps ruler on music stand. Class! Come to order! (rap, rap) Ready Class? Now sing!
(begins directing as class sings piously, in hymnlike style, in harmony, a capella )
(H-O-M-O-Sex-u-a-lity.) That’s a sin, you see. As far as you’re concerned.
(H-O-M-O-Sex-u-a-lity.) That’s per-ver-si-ty. (This is what I have learned)
Now, normal boys will like the girls. And pull their hair and grab their curls.
(Billy pulls girl’s hair)
M.R.: Billy, stop that.
(But boys and boys must never play. For its’ a sin, sin, sin, to turn out gay!)
H-O-M-O-SEX-U-U-Lity. This is what I say. (harmony)Â Oooo, Ahhhh!
If you’re an H-O-M-O-S-E-X-U-ALl! You’re not gonna’ make it!
M.R. Why not?
Cause he’s not gonna’ take it . . . . One Day!
(class mate) Biff is a sissy.
Waltz With Me (Charley)
Waltz with me, pivot 2,3, dance your life with me.
Waltz with me, live with me, too.
Holding you, feeling your heart beat next to mine.
Can this be love, is this true?
Dream with me, dreams of a life that we can build,
and when you need someone strong,
if you feel fear you can lean on me a while,
for it’s with me, you belong.
With a picket fence, house and garden,
with love blooming, just for you.
Dance with me, live with me, spend your life with me.
Live with me, love with me, too.
Gay Pride March
(A rousing march sung by actors on stage and in audience as they march on stage. A marching band may be used. First chorus sung in unison. Second chorus, a capella, & parts. Third chorus parts & accompaniment. )
Cast & Chorus: I?m Gay! Stand up and shout it. Be proud about it. Stand Tall!
Come out, out of the closet. Now you can give it your all.
America, you belong to me, so the story goes, I am free.
Free to be, who I want to be, if that?s queer, I?m glad to be . . .
(Repeat, slowing tempo, breaking into choral parts, acapella.
I?m Gay! Stand up and shout it. Be proud about it. Stand Tall!
Come out, out of the closet. Now you can give it your all.
Charley: America, you belong to me, so the story goes, I am free.
Free to be, who I want to be, if that?s queer, I?m proud to be . . .
I?m Gay! Stand up and shout it. Be proud about it. Stand Tall!
Come out, out of the closet. Now you can give it your all.
America, you belong to me, so the story goes, I am free.
Free to be, who I want to be, if that?s queer, I?m proud to be . . .
Be me! I?m Free . . to be me. I'm Gay!
Fairy Tale Love
Biff: Tell me if I'm dreaming. Tell me if you're real. I cannot describe it - how you make me feel.
Life is so amazing. You're the making of - all the things I wished for, in a fairy tale love.
I am overwhelmed by your beauty. Could you be a prince in disguise?
Maybe you're my guardian angel, looking in my soul with your eyes.
Can't deny my feelings, no more need to hide. I am so complete now, with you here by my side.
All of my ambitions, that I've been dreaming of. They cannot compare to this fairy tale love.
Charley: (waking up) What's all this talk about fairies?
Biff: Oops. I didn't mean to wake you. I got a little carried away.
Charley: Carried away with what? Hmm? (hugs him)
Biff: I couldn't stop dreaming about you all night. that is, what little of it was left to sleep. I can't believe someone as wonderful as you is in my life.
Charley: Well believe it. He's here.
Biff: there's so much I want to learn from you, Charley. I don't know how I could ever measure up to you.
Charely: There's lots of things I can learn from you. You've taught me how to smile again. There's so much I love about you.
Biff: Oh yeah' Like what?
(Overlapping duet for Biff and Charley)
Charley: Well, I love the way your eyes catch the sunlight.
Biff: I love the way you smile when you see me.
Charley: I love the way your smile catches mine.
Biff: I love the way you dance in my arms
Charley: I love to hear you sparkle with laughter.
Both: (Singing to each other) And to think, . . that you're really mine!
Both: Knight in shining armour, carry me away.
Take me on a journey, now and every day.
I'll be your companion, all my lifetime through.
Let the whole world know, . . . that I'm . . in love . . . with you.
(Biff and Charley embrace as music swells to finish the song)
Let's Play House
Charley: Let's play house like mom and dad, together. You can be the queen, I'll be the king.
You can do the dusting and the dishes. I will do the macho, manly thing.
Let's play house like mom and dad together. Oh the games that people play with me.
If you take this serious, then brother, you're mysterious, the only game is who you want to be.
Biff: Let's play house like mom and dad, together. Watching how my parents played the game.
Mother played the role of helpless victim. Dad played rescuer and claimed the fame.
But, when I look close beneath the surface, and see the game they really played for keeps.
Father was the helpless one, and mom's the one who got things done . .
A secret that no-body dares to speak.
Biff: (spoken in rhythm, mimicing mother)
I cook, I clean, I shop, I buy, I watch for all the sales.
And finally when my soap is on, there's time to do my nails.
I lie here in my negligee? with hair like Mrs. Brady.
I don't think I'll get up today. (snaps fingers) I'm Sadie, married lady.
I head off to the P.T.A., I made a fabulous buffet.
I feed myself, I feed myself some more.
I know what you're about to say ? I wouldn't stuff my face all day,
if life were not a monumental bore!
Charley: (spoken in rhythm, as father)
I golf, I fish, play basketball, go drinkin' with the guys.
I ask myself if this is all that married life supplies.
I check my shirt, 'cause I know how my nosy wife will holler.
I'm having an affair, and now there's lipstick on my collar.
I need a drink, I'm seeing red,
there's something that my father said,
(sings) 'that whiskey will put hair upon your chest.'
It's not so hard to be so tough, 'cause no one knows it's all a bluff.
They'll think you're just a cut above the rest!
Biff: that's all fine and dandy, charley, but I don't exactly fill out my mother's role, if you know what I mean.
Charley: that's okay, dear. You fill out quite nicely in other areas, (looks at Biff's groin) if you know what I mean.
Charley: (Spoken in rhythm)
You wash my clothes, you sort my socks, I never stop to thank you.
If you don't act the way I want, you know I'm going to spank you.
Biff: (Spoken in rhythm)
I dress the kids and wash the dog and wax the kitchen floor.
And when I get abuse from you, it leaves me wanting more.
Charley: (singing)
In pigtails you'd look just like Judy Garland.
(Mimics the 'Wicked Witch of the West) So get your ruby slippers and your dog.
You'll find that doing drag is so enticing. It's easier than rolling off a log..
Biff:
I must confess, I kinda like the pigtails. (Charley: I knew you would)
But if you think that I'm wearing those, you're wrong! (Holds up gawdy short heels)
Just think of what my dad would say, now really, I must have my way,
I want my heels at least three inches long! (Pulls 3" plus heels from under bed.)
(Biff puts on heels, an apron and whatever "drag" seems appropriate while Charley sings)
Does Jesus Love Me
Jesus loves me. So they say. Does he love me if I'm gay?
I do not to him belong. Straight is right and gay is wrong.
Does Jesus love me? Can Jesus love me?
Does he really love me? The preacher tells me no.
Jesus hear me, I'm a queer. It is christians that I fear.
Hate not love is what they preach.
Is that what you came to teach?
GOD how did I get this way? Did you know I'd turn out gay?
What a curse you gave to me. In a closet, I'm not free.
Does Jesus love me? Can Jesus love me?
Does He really love me? The preacher tells me no.
Jesus get away from me. I am gay and I must be.
You don't love me, so they say.
Hate me too, because I'm gay.
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I Am Just Me
I’m just me, what a wonderful guy. If you can’t see that
Just move on by. I have the right to belong here,
And to sing my own song. If you have a problem with that,
Just move along. Oh, I am just me, what a wonderful guy.
Being the best I can. Oh, don’t you spoil my parade,
When life becomes lemonade, just love yourself
And watch the bitterness fade.
(repeat with each verse sung with more conviction of the truth in the words)
We have the right to belong here, and to sing our own song.
Oh, let me tell you, baby, we have the right to belong.
Spot
Is this not a spot, which I see before me? Oh no!
This isn’t happening it can’t be true.
Is this not a stain on a life that’s ending?
Oh no, I won’t accept this, I’m so confused.
I am twenty-three. This can’t be happening to me.
I’ll wash the spot out of my life. It’s just a dream.
God, how could you dare? T take my life this isn’t fair.
I think you’ve punished me enough, it’s too extreme.
If this is a spot which I see before me,
Then please, take it away, and let me be. I am just a young man, my
Life beginning. Oh Please, do I deserve this, for being me? Oh, prove
To me you’re real, by showing me how you can heal, just do this
Favor for me now. Then I’ll believe.
God, if you can hear me, if you’re there, then here my cry.
Let me keep on living. I am so afraid to die.
Does your Jesus really love me? Can he show his love to me?
Can he make this tiny acorn grow into a giant tree?
If your Jesus is my savior. If he’s called the Great I am.
If he’s really a good shepherd, will he save this little lamb? If this
Is a spot which I see before me, then please,
Take it away, and let me be. I am just a young man,
My life beginning. Oh please, do I deserve this for being me? For
Being me. For being me. For being me.
Remember a Friend
(BIFF & CAST)
Remember a friend. Remember a mem'ry.
Tho' you're gone, you're here by my side.
Close my eyes and I see you again, oh my friend, how I still remember you.
Much more than a mem'ry. Oh my friend, I still love you so.
My friend, I'm remembering you.
Some days are empty.
Some days are blue.
Please know I miss you.
I'm remembering you.
Remember a friend. Remember a mem'ry.
Tho' you're gone, you're here by my side.
Close my eyes and I see you again, oh my friend, how I still remember you.
Much more than a mem'ry. Oh my friend, I still love you so.
My friend, I'm remembering you.
(The audience is invited to call out the names of those who are no longer with us. To honor and remember them by calling out their names)
You've Found a Friend
Put your hand here in my hand, and then we are not alone.
Hand in hand, we rise to meet the sun.
We are all together reaching out to help a friend.
We can do as two, what we can’t do as one.
I do not stoop to meet you,
but with love I greet you.
Hold my hand, you’ve found a friend.
Hello, World!
Father:
That’s my boy!
Not a she, but a he, that’s my son!
That’s my boy!
He’s the hope for my dreams, he’s the one!
A ladies man like me.
Baseball playing jock, is he.
No sissy. Not my boy!
All the things I’ll never be,
that’s my boy!
Biff:
What if I’m not like that?
Am I still your son?
What if I am di’frent?
Am I still the one?
The son you gave your name to.
Is this son who loves you so.
But what if I’m not like that.
Will your love for me still grow?
(Key changes, tempo picks up and the three previous arias become the trio for “Family Dreams”.
Each singing alone, portraying a family where no one hears what the other is saying.)
