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    Текст песни Paul Anka - (You're) Having My Baby

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    A musical in three acts by XTC
    Cast of characters
    GRAHAM, a teenager
    MOTHER, a busy housewife
    FATHER, a conservative husband
    POLICEMAN, a young constable
    SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning
    ACT ONE
    Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
    line. Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying
    their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. Their
    wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. A boy in blue is busy
    banging out a headache on the kitchen door. All the while Graham
    slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted
    to.
    Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
    boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
    made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
    ACT TWO
    Narrator: The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will
    open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who
    have been so badly kicked.
    Policeman: Is this your son's wallet I've got here? He must have
    dropped it after too much beer!
    Mother: Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one
    you've picked.
    Narrator: And all the while Graham slept on, dreaming of a world
    where he could do just what he wanted to.
    Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
    boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
    made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
    Narrator: They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer.
    Policeman: They never read that tattoo on his arm.
    Narrator: They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore.
    Policeman: They never thought he'd do folks any harm.
    ACT THREE
    Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
    line. She's singing something stale and simple now this business has
    fizzled out. Her little tune is such a happy song. Her son is
    innocent, he can't do wrong, 'cos Dad's a judge and knows exactly what
    the job of judging's all about. And all the while Graham slept on,
    dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
    Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
    boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
    made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
    Mother: No thugs in our house!
    Father: No thugs in our house!
    Complete cast (in unison): No thugs in our house, dear!
    Set Design by Andy Partridge with co-ordination by Ken Ansell.
    Stage and Scenery by Art Dragon.
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