Arise, Arise, Ye Sons Of Fosse!
This is one of those stirring recruitment songs--they usually urge Brits to enlist against Napolean or urge the Irish to enlist against the Brits. In this case, the recruiter is calling on recruits for musical theater.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Arise, arise, ye sons of Fosse
Arise, ye brothers of stages bare
Bring your press clippings, your eight-by-ten glossies
A Chorus Line always is casting somewhere
A Chorus Line always is casting somewhere.
There's a dinner theater, Tempe, Arizona
Where the Seventeen Highway conjoins with the Ten
They're forever reviving Two Gents of Verona
You did it in college, boys, now do it again
And you did it in summer stock, now do it again.
In Branson, Missouri, the crowds are terrific
But the shows are horrific, the nights they are long
First you dance in a sailor suit in South Pacific
Then you dance in pajamas in Flower Drum Song
In black silk pajamas in Flower Drum Song.
Arise, all you young men, and wiggle your fanny
Your years of frustration will soon find surcease
For somebody somewhere is seeking their Danny
For the ninety-ninth national comp'ny of Grease
For the ninety-ninth national comp'ny of Grease.
Your roles have been many, you're clearly adroit
There's always one part you were just born to play
Perhaps in Sandusky, perhaps in Detroit
You'll at last be the MC in Cabaret
And the best goddamn MC since Joel Frickin' Grey.
So, ope' your mouths, boys, and sing out together
Polish your jettes, get up on your toes
And sing out a paean to Andrew Lloyd Weber
For Les Miz and Phantom they never will close
For Les Miz and Phantom they never will close.
Arise, arise, all ye boys that are pretty
Cast down your drink trays and drop all your plates
And follow your muse to Gotham's fair city
It's away, boys, to Broadway, where destiny waits
Huzzah, boys, to Broadway—your destiny waits!
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