The master playwright
Urges you to play right, play wrong;
Life is long and every night's the first night.
The wardrobe mistress
Urges you to dress left, dress right;
What a mess, well, your underpants are too tight.
Who's on the stage door
To help you find the way in, way out?
It's not a sin to be knowing that you don't know.
When you breathe your last line
Will you make your exit stage left, stage right?
Well, you might decide while there's still time.
You have an angel on your shoulder
But you wear the old god's horns.
And you dance around the maypole
While the vicar makes a toast
To the pagan celebration
And extends an invitation to us all
So he can save us when we fall.