ACT ONE
Scene One
Won't you be my twirly-whirly girl,
My sugarplum,
My honeybee?
Won't you be my twirly-whirly girl
And come and sit
Upon my knee?We will spoon the night away,
We will bill and then we'll coo;
I will squeeze you till you say,
"Snookums, I will marry you."Won't you be my twirly-whirly girl,
My buttercup,
My chickadee?
If you'll be my twirly-whirly girl,
What a happy man I'll be!
(The LADIES and MEN begin an elementary dance.)
LADIES
I will be your twirly-whirly girl,
Your sugarplum,
Your honeybee.
I will be your twirly-whirly girl
And come and sit
Upon your knee.We will spoon the night away,
We will bill and then we'll coo,
You will squeeze me till I say,
"Snookums, I will marry you."I will be your be twirly-whirly girl,
Your buttercup,
Your chickadee,
If I am your twirly-whirly girl,
What a happy girl I'll be!(THEY dance off to a smattering of applause as the stage slides off and a section of a cramped sordid dressing room slides on.A fairly attractive chorus girl, DILAYS RITCHIE, is at one of the makeup tables, her head buried in a book. IRENE enters, flops down in front of the adjacent mirror and begins to change her makeup.)
You know, Crystal, you can do better than this.(IRENE regards her with a sour look.)
IRENE
DILAYS
IRENE
DILAYS
(DILAYS places the book in front of Irene.)
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IRENE
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IRENE
DILAYS
IRENE
DILAYS
IRENE
DILAYS
IRENE
DILAYS
IRENE
DILAYS
IRENE
LIGHTS DIM