My daughter Ruth performed the song "The Life of The Party" from the off-Broadway production of the musical "The Wild Party" at a church in Maine. Since the sound track is a little echo-y I provide the lyrics below as a service to the listener:
Who needs money?
Not me.
Who needs fortune or fame?
I don't need a new career
A sympathetic ear
All I need is time to pay
Only want the game
Point me to the mike
The life of the party?
Don't you wanna be
The cream of the crop?
Don't you wanna feel those shivering fits
'Til someone calls it quits
The role of a lifetime?
Well, you better get down on one knee
'Cause you could play the life of the part
Not I.
Who needs Heaven above?
Don't have time for things unsaid
For baking bread
All I need is room to fight
Hand in fisted glove.
Point me to the sky,
The life of the party?
Don't you wanna be
The top of the heap?
This is where the jamboree never ends
Why not be counting friends
Instead of counting sheep?
The Heavenly Choir
Hurry up and get yourself in line.
But don't you pass the life of the party
Let the crowds roar
Let the Heavens wildly cheer.
Brings the goodbyes
I'll be here.
The life of the party?
Who's it gonna be,
The king of the hill?
Don't you wanna be there
Running the show
Until it's time to go
Or 'til it's time to kill?
Somebody to envy
Don't you wanna be
Footloose and free?
Well, you could be the life of the party
If you
Were
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