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Josie's Dreams
N: Josie's goat annoyed the others
Sis: But what makes us mad
Are the things that Josie tells us of
The dreams she's often had
Josie: I dreamed that in the store one day
The clothes gave me a sign,
Your eleven mini-skirts all turned and bowed to mine,
My skirt was quite a sight to see!
A black mini-skirt, so small
Yours were long, and second rate
They weren't sexy at all!
Sis: This is not the kind of thing
We sisters like to hear,
It seems to us that Josie
And her dreams should disappear...
Josie: I dreamed I saw eleven stars
The sun, the moon and sky
Bowing down at my pedicured feet
It made me wonder why...
Could it be that I was born for
Higher fashion than you?
Shopping out in Gay Paris (said Paree),
And in Milan too!
Sis: Ha!
The dreams of dear old Josie are,
The decade's biggest yawn!
Her talk of skirts and sexy things
Are really not hardcore
Not only is she tactless but she's also not right up there (point to their brains)
'Cause there's eleven of us and there's only one of her!
Ruby: The dreams of course will not come true!
Simone: That is, we think they won't come true
Natalie: That is we
Sis: HOPE they won't come true!
What if she's right all the long?
The dreams are more than crystal clear,
The writing's on the wall
Mean's that Josie someday soon
Will rise above us all!
The accuracy of the dreams
We sisters do not know,
One thing we are sure about,
The dreamer has to go!
HA!
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Poor, Poor Josie
N: Next day, far from home,
The sisters planned a repulsive crime!
Sis: Let us grab her now,
Mess her clothes while we got the time!
N: This they did and made the most of it,
Creased her shirt and threw mud over it.
Sis: Let us leave her here,
All alone, and she's bound to cry!
N: When some Ishmelites,
A scary crew came riding by...
(enter Hell's Angels on motorbikes. They're actually the male dancers wearing really unconvincing beards and leather...a lot of very kinky leather)
N: In a flash, the sisters changed their plan
Leila: We need cash!
Sis: Let's sell her if we can!
Becky: (shouted) No!
Sis: Yeah...
N & Kids: Poor, poor Josie,
Whatcha gonna do,
Things look bad for you, hey,
Whatcha gonna do? (x2)
Sis: Could you use a girl?
You scary bunch of Ishmelites!
Young, cute, well behaved,
Going cheap, and she'll work all night.
Hell's Angel 1: Going cheap and she'll work all night? (all four start rubbing their hands and they pass Hell's Angel 1 all their shiny silver coins)
N: In a trice the dirty deal was done,
20 coins for Jackie's favourite one.
Then the Ishmelites, revved up with the slave at side,
Off to Egypt and Josie was not keen to ride,
It wouldn't be a picnic, she could tell.
Josie: And I don't speak Egyptian very well!
Sis: Ha, ha, ha-ha!
N: Josie's sisters tore
Her precious multicoloured goat
Having ripped it up,
They next attacked a walking coat,
Soon the dull dark fabric was no more,
They ripped the coat the seams, the zips in awe...
(plus Kids) Oh now sisters,
How low can you stoop?
You make an ugly group,
Hey, how low can you stoop?
Poor, poor Josie,
Sold to be a slave,
Situation's grave, hey
Sold to be a slave.
Sold to be a slave.
Sold...to...be...a...slave...
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Josie's Dreams
N: Josie's goat annoyed the others
Sis: But what makes us mad
Are the things that Josie tells us of
The dreams she's often had
Josie: I dreamed that in the store one day
The clothes gave me a sign,
Your eleven mini-skirts all turned and bowed to mine,
My skirt was quite a sight to see!
A black mini-skirt, so small
Yours were long, and second rate
They weren't sexy at all!
Sis: This is not the kind of thing
We sisters like to hear,
It seems to us that Josie
And her dreams should disappear...
Josie: I dreamed I saw eleven stars
The sun, the moon and sky
Bowing down at my pedicured feet
It made me wonder why...
Could it be that I was born for
Higher fashion than you?
Shopping out in Gay Paris (said Paree),
And in Milan too!
Sis: Ha!
The dreams of dear old Josie are,
The decade's biggest yawn!
Her talk of skirts and sexy things
Are really not hardcore
Not only is she tactless but she's also not right up there (point to their brains)
'Cause there's eleven of us and there's only one of her!
Ruby: The dreams of course will not come true!
Simone: That is, we think they won't come true
Natalie: That is we
Sis: HOPE they won't come true!
What if she's right all the long?
The dreams are more than crystal clear,
The writing's on the wall
Mean's that Josie someday soon
Will rise above us all!
The accuracy of the dreams
We sisters do not know,
One thing we are sure about,
The dreamer has to go!
HA!
~~~~~
Poor, Poor Josie
N: Next day, far from home,
The sisters planned a repulsive crime!
Sis: Let us grab her now,
Mess her clothes while we got the time!
N: This they did and made the most of it,
Creased her shirt and threw mud over it.
Sis: Let us leave her here,
All alone, and she's bound to cry!
N: When some Ishmelites,
A scary crew came riding by...
(enter Hell's Angels on motorbikes. They're actually the male dancers wearing really unconvincing beards and leather...a lot of very kinky leather)
N: In a flash, the sisters changed their plan
Leila: We need cash!
Sis: Let's sell her if we can!
Becky: (shouted) No!
Sis: Yeah...
N & Kids: Poor, poor Josie,
Whatcha gonna do,
Things look bad for you, hey,
Whatcha gonna do? (x2)
Sis: Could you use a girl?
You scary bunch of Ishmelites!
Young, cute, well behaved,
Going cheap, and she'll work all night.
Hell's Angel 1: Going cheap and she'll work all night? (all four start rubbing their hands and they pass Hell's Angel 1 all their shiny silver coins)
N: In a trice the dirty deal was done,
20 coins for Jackie's favourite one.
Then the Ishmelites, revved up with the slave at side,
Off to Egypt and Josie was not keen to ride,
It wouldn't be a picnic, she could tell.
Josie: And I don't speak Egyptian very well!
Sis: Ha, ha, ha-ha!
N: Josie's sisters tore
Her precious multicoloured goat
Having ripped it up,
They next attacked a walking coat,
Soon the dull dark fabric was no more,
They ripped the coat the seams, the zips in awe...
(plus Kids) Oh now sisters,
How low can you stoop?
You make an ugly group,
Hey, how low can you stoop?
Poor, poor Josie,
Sold to be a slave,
Situation's grave, hey
Sold to be a slave.
Sold to be a slave.
Sold...to...be...a...slave...