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ACT I, Scene 2

Don't Buy for Me, Mistretta Music by Andrew Lloyd Weber, Words by John Abrahams

Scene: A sedan.  A tawny LA neighborhood.  The driver, a surly young man named MISTRETTA, tells his passenger, JAMES ARTHUR CUMMINS,, that a shipment of heroin must be received at Cummins' port facility.  The elder man reflects, and then answers in song  . . .

This won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I explain with you at the wheel That I can't take your goods though on water they come You don't believe me All that you hear is a man you talk down to Although he's middle-aged now He gets no respect from a punk like you Before this things were easy, but I had to change Couldn't stay all my life inside a house Sitting by a bowling pin, waiting for the phone So I chose imports Buying used items, selling everything as "new" But nothing distressed me at all I should have expected you to Don't buy for me, Mistretta! The truth is I never let you! Although you speak now With mad insistence I will not touch it Just keep your shipment And as for this cop, he's to blame I've not yet invited him in Though it seemed a chat was all that he desired Those were delusions It's been quite an intrusion for Benton and me That car of his is here all the time I can't help you, that's the way it must be Don't buy for me, Mistretta! The truth is I never let you! Although you speak now With mad insistence I will not touch it Just keep your shipment