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I think that Al should have a tribute play about him.Tom Leher han Tomfoolery.Why can't Al have one.I've kinda bee working on one.It would be about a guy wanting to date a girl named Melaine in act one.He would finally get hooked up with her at the end of act one.The act 2 would be about them hateing each other until she eventually dumps him in a drainage ditch and leaves him for dead.It would use all of the love centered Al songs.Like Wanna b Ur Lovr,Melaine,One more minute,You don't love me any more,etc..Well let me know what u think.
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Well Tomfoolery was a success and so is Movin Out (a musical based on Billy Joel's songs). Why not?
If it were successful, it would bring Al's music out to a much wider audience.
Hey, creative people out there -- develop some ideas.
And, there's lots of fact to a stage performance of UHF. They did it at a convention in Detroit called Dementia '01. Al was impressed enough (someone probably sent him a tape of it) to mention it at the end of the UHF commentary.
If it were successful, it would bring Al's music out to a much wider audience.
Hey, creative people out there -- develop some ideas.
And, there's lots of fact to a stage performance of UHF. They did it at a convention in Detroit called Dementia '01. Al was impressed enough (someone probably sent him a tape of it) to mention it at the end of the UHF commentary.
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Well I'm already writing it so i'll post some of it later to see what yall think.
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For this to be a tribute of Al wouldn't it need to be his original songs.Besides some of his originals tell a story if you put them together.
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Not just his twisted love-songs. We need some other stuff.
*thinking*
*looking through list of Al songs*
Ok, possibilities...
The Check's In The Mail
Another one Rides The Bus
Mr Frump
Dog Eat Dog
AOTRHFAPNM (hey, you gotta imaginative, you know?)
Trigger Happy
Waffle King
Cavity Search
Phony Calls
The Saga Begins (it doesn't really fit into the storyline, but ya gotta have it)
IAATP
Albuquerque
AWBP (a Grand Finale)
WDTAHTM[/b]I did that list really really quickly. Most of the twisted love-songs apply, except when Al dies at the end.
Some examples of song uses...
Trigger Happy - Al becomes an extremely angry young man once he leaves home. After the song, he realises the error of his ways.
Feel free to point out any others.
*thinking*
*looking through list of Al songs*
Ok, possibilities...
The Check's In The Mail
Another one Rides The Bus
Mr Frump
Dog Eat Dog
AOTRHFAPNM (hey, you gotta imaginative, you know?)
Trigger Happy
Waffle King
Cavity Search
Phony Calls
The Saga Begins (it doesn't really fit into the storyline, but ya gotta have it)
IAATP
Albuquerque
AWBP (a Grand Finale)
WDTAHTM[/b]I did that list really really quickly. Most of the twisted love-songs apply, except when Al dies at the end.
Some examples of song uses...
Trigger Happy - Al becomes an extremely angry young man once he leaves home. After the song, he realises the error of his ways.
Feel free to point out any others.
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Well I've wrote 2 scenes.Tell me what you think.
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PROLOGUE:
NARRATOR: Oh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al
And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal
But the sanitation workers really didn't approve
So he packed up his accordion and had to move
To a city in Ohio where he lived in a tree
And he worked in a nasal decongestant factory
And he played on the company bowling team
And every single night he had a strange, recurring dream
Where he was wearing lederhosen in a vat of sour cream
But that's really not important to the story
Well, the very next year he met a dental hygenist
With a spatula tattoed on her arm (on her arm)
But he didn't keep in touch, then he lost her number
Then he got himself a job on a tater tot farm
And he spent his life savings on a split-level cave
20 miles below the surface of the Earth (of the Earth)
And he really makes a mighty fine jelly bean and pickle sandwich
For what it's worth
Then one day Al was in the forest, trying to get a tan
When he heard the tortured screaming of a funny little man
He was caught in a bear trap and Al set him free
And the guy that he rescued was grateful as can be
And it turns out he's a big-shot producer on TV
So he gave Al a contract and what do you know?
Now he's got his very own Weird Al Show!
(Blackout.)
SCENE ONE:
A Club
(AL and JOHN are sitting at a table on stage left.A bar is stage right.
MELANIE enters stage left and walks to the bar and sits on a stool.)
JOHN: Hey did you see the skelatal structure on her.
AL: Yeah.Don't rub it in.I could hardly keep of myself from drooling when I saw her move in to my building.
JOHN: Wait a minute.She lives in you aprartment building.
AL: No.Across the street.
JOHN:When did this happen.
AL:Today.
JOHN:You should buy her a drink.
AL: No.
JOHN:Come on.
AL:No.
JOHN:Come on I insist.Waitress
AL:No please.
JOHN:It's ok.
(The WAITRESS comes to the table.)
WAITRESS:Yes
JOHN:My friend wants to give that young lady at the bar a drink.
WAITRESS:What kind.
JOHN: Whatever she wants.
WAITRESS:OK
(She goes over to the bar and gives MELANIE a drink.MELANIE looks over at AL.)
JOHN:Go over there.
AL:No
JOHN:Yes.Come on.I'm not gonna leave you alone.
AL:Fine just so I can shut you up.
(AL get up.Music starts.He begins to walk sexyly.Every one starts to stare.JOHN covers his face.)
AL:I don't have a library card
But do you mind if I check you out?
I like your skeletal structure, baby
You're an ectomorph, no doubt
Your face is real symmetrical
And your nostrils are so nice
I wish that I was cross-eyed
So I could see you twice
Girl, you smell like Fritos
That's why I'm giving you this hungry stare
You're so hot, you're gonna melt
The elastic in my underwear
I'll bet you're magically delicious
Like a bowl of Lucky Charms
You'd look like Venus de Milo
If I just cut off your arms
What I'm tryin' to say is...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
Do you believe in love at fist sight
Or should I walk by again?
My love for you's like diarrhea
I just can't hold it in
Stop, drop and roll now
'Cause baby, you're on fire
I'll bet your outfit
Makes a lot of noise in the drier
You're absolutely perfect
Don't speak now, you might spoil it
Your eyes are even bluer
Than the water in my toilet
Say, has anyone ever told you
You've got Yugoslavian hands?
No, of course not, that would be stupid
Just forget I ever brought it up
The point I'm trying to make is...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
I wanna be your Krakatoa
Let my lava flow all over you
I wanna be your anaconda
And your heat-seeking missile too
I wanna be your beef burrito
Am I making this perfectly clear?
I wanna be your love torpedo
Are you picking up the subtle innuendo here?
Uh huh
I hope I'm not being forward
But do you mind if I chew on your butt?
You can tell me truthfully
Am I a steamin' hunk of love now, or what?
There just aren't enough o's in "smooth"
To describe how smooth I am
Maybe you've seen my picture
It's in the dictionary under "Kablaam!"
My lips are registered weapons
Can I invade your personal space?
You must have fallen from heaven
That would explain how you messed up your face
Well, how'd you get through security?
'Cause baby, you're the bomb
I'd like to take you home right now
So you can meet my mom
Because I...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
Girl, you must be Jamaican
Because Jamaican me crazy
Girl, you must be Jamaican
Because Jamaican me crazy
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
(Everyone continues to stare.)
MELANIE:Ummm...I've got to go.
(MELANIE leaves AL alone.Blackout.)
SCENE TWO:
Outside Al's Appartment Building
AL:I can't believe you made me do that.
JOHN.It wasen't to bad.
AL:Yes it was everybody laughed at me.
JOHN:No.They where at ummm.....sombody else.Yeah someone fell on the dance floor.
AL:It's ok John.I guess I'll just face the facts.I'm a disgusting huck of slime.
JOHN:No your not.
AL:Yes I'm.
JOHN:It's sounds like you've got the blues.Well we've all had them.I know I have.
(Music starts)
JOHN:I woke up this mornin',
Then I went back to bed.
Said I woke up this mornin',
Then I went right back to bed.
Got a funny kinda feelin',
Like I got broken glass in my underwear,
And a herd of wild pigs is tryin' to chew off my head.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Well, I ain't got no money,
I'm just walkin' down the road.
Said I ain't got no money, honey,
So I'm just walkin' down this lonely old road.
Well, I wish I could get me some money,
But I forgot my automated teller code.
I was born in a paper sack, in the bottom of a sewer.
I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor,
My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tile.
My brothers and sisters all hated me,'cause I was an only child.
I got the blues so bad.
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama.
Or maybe I'll, yeah, maybe I'll just go bowlin' instead.
I'm just a no-good, scum-sucking, nose-picking, boot-licking,
sniveling, groveling worthless hunk of slime.
Nothin' but a low-down, beer-bellied, bone-headed, pigeon-toed,
turkey-necked, weasel-faced worthless hunk of slime.
I guess I've got a pretty low self-image,
maybe it's a chemical imbalance or something.
I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I've got the time.
(A homeless man enters playing and electric guitar.)
JOHN:Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk.
Okay, now make it shut up.
Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down.
I always feel so miserable whenever I'm around.
I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain.
I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but I'd just clog up the drain.
I got the blues so bad,
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama,
Or maybe I'll go bowling.
Or I just might go bowling.
Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go bowling.
Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament,
put on a stupid-lookin' shirt and go bowling,
Instead.
(Blackout)
NARRATOR: Oh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al
And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal
But the sanitation workers really didn't approve
So he packed up his accordion and had to move
To a city in Ohio where he lived in a tree
And he worked in a nasal decongestant factory
And he played on the company bowling team
And every single night he had a strange, recurring dream
Where he was wearing lederhosen in a vat of sour cream
But that's really not important to the story
Well, the very next year he met a dental hygenist
With a spatula tattoed on her arm (on her arm)
But he didn't keep in touch, then he lost her number
Then he got himself a job on a tater tot farm
And he spent his life savings on a split-level cave
20 miles below the surface of the Earth (of the Earth)
And he really makes a mighty fine jelly bean and pickle sandwich
For what it's worth
Then one day Al was in the forest, trying to get a tan
When he heard the tortured screaming of a funny little man
He was caught in a bear trap and Al set him free
And the guy that he rescued was grateful as can be
And it turns out he's a big-shot producer on TV
So he gave Al a contract and what do you know?
Now he's got his very own Weird Al Show!
(Blackout.)
SCENE ONE:
A Club
(AL and JOHN are sitting at a table on stage left.A bar is stage right.
MELANIE enters stage left and walks to the bar and sits on a stool.)
JOHN: Hey did you see the skelatal structure on her.
AL: Yeah.Don't rub it in.I could hardly keep of myself from drooling when I saw her move in to my building.
JOHN: Wait a minute.She lives in you aprartment building.
AL: No.Across the street.
JOHN:When did this happen.
AL:Today.
JOHN:You should buy her a drink.
AL: No.
JOHN:Come on.
AL:No.
JOHN:Come on I insist.Waitress
AL:No please.
JOHN:It's ok.
(The WAITRESS comes to the table.)
WAITRESS:Yes
JOHN:My friend wants to give that young lady at the bar a drink.
WAITRESS:What kind.
JOHN: Whatever she wants.
WAITRESS:OK
(She goes over to the bar and gives MELANIE a drink.MELANIE looks over at AL.)
JOHN:Go over there.
AL:No
JOHN:Yes.Come on.I'm not gonna leave you alone.
AL:Fine just so I can shut you up.
(AL get up.Music starts.He begins to walk sexyly.Every one starts to stare.JOHN covers his face.)
AL:I don't have a library card
But do you mind if I check you out?
I like your skeletal structure, baby
You're an ectomorph, no doubt
Your face is real symmetrical
And your nostrils are so nice
I wish that I was cross-eyed
So I could see you twice
Girl, you smell like Fritos
That's why I'm giving you this hungry stare
You're so hot, you're gonna melt
The elastic in my underwear
I'll bet you're magically delicious
Like a bowl of Lucky Charms
You'd look like Venus de Milo
If I just cut off your arms
What I'm tryin' to say is...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
Do you believe in love at fist sight
Or should I walk by again?
My love for you's like diarrhea
I just can't hold it in
Stop, drop and roll now
'Cause baby, you're on fire
I'll bet your outfit
Makes a lot of noise in the drier
You're absolutely perfect
Don't speak now, you might spoil it
Your eyes are even bluer
Than the water in my toilet
Say, has anyone ever told you
You've got Yugoslavian hands?
No, of course not, that would be stupid
Just forget I ever brought it up
The point I'm trying to make is...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
I wanna be your Krakatoa
Let my lava flow all over you
I wanna be your anaconda
And your heat-seeking missile too
I wanna be your beef burrito
Am I making this perfectly clear?
I wanna be your love torpedo
Are you picking up the subtle innuendo here?
Uh huh
I hope I'm not being forward
But do you mind if I chew on your butt?
You can tell me truthfully
Am I a steamin' hunk of love now, or what?
There just aren't enough o's in "smooth"
To describe how smooth I am
Maybe you've seen my picture
It's in the dictionary under "Kablaam!"
My lips are registered weapons
Can I invade your personal space?
You must have fallen from heaven
That would explain how you messed up your face
Well, how'd you get through security?
'Cause baby, you're the bomb
I'd like to take you home right now
So you can meet my mom
Because I...
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
Girl, you must be Jamaican
Because Jamaican me crazy
Girl, you must be Jamaican
Because Jamaican me crazy
I wanna be your lover, baby
I need somebody to love
You know I just wanna be your lover, baby
Now I need somebody to love
(Everyone continues to stare.)
MELANIE:Ummm...I've got to go.
(MELANIE leaves AL alone.Blackout.)
SCENE TWO:
Outside Al's Appartment Building
AL:I can't believe you made me do that.
JOHN.It wasen't to bad.
AL:Yes it was everybody laughed at me.
JOHN:No.They where at ummm.....sombody else.Yeah someone fell on the dance floor.
AL:It's ok John.I guess I'll just face the facts.I'm a disgusting huck of slime.
JOHN:No your not.
AL:Yes I'm.
JOHN:It's sounds like you've got the blues.Well we've all had them.I know I have.
(Music starts)
JOHN:I woke up this mornin',
Then I went back to bed.
Said I woke up this mornin',
Then I went right back to bed.
Got a funny kinda feelin',
Like I got broken glass in my underwear,
And a herd of wild pigs is tryin' to chew off my head.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Well, I ain't got no money,
I'm just walkin' down the road.
Said I ain't got no money, honey,
So I'm just walkin' down this lonely old road.
Well, I wish I could get me some money,
But I forgot my automated teller code.
I was born in a paper sack, in the bottom of a sewer.
I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor,
My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tile.
My brothers and sisters all hated me,'cause I was an only child.
I got the blues so bad.
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama.
Or maybe I'll, yeah, maybe I'll just go bowlin' instead.
I'm just a no-good, scum-sucking, nose-picking, boot-licking,
sniveling, groveling worthless hunk of slime.
Nothin' but a low-down, beer-bellied, bone-headed, pigeon-toed,
turkey-necked, weasel-faced worthless hunk of slime.
I guess I've got a pretty low self-image,
maybe it's a chemical imbalance or something.
I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I've got the time.
(A homeless man enters playing and electric guitar.)
JOHN:Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk.
Okay, now make it shut up.
Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down.
I always feel so miserable whenever I'm around.
I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain.
I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but I'd just clog up the drain.
I got the blues so bad,
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama,
Or maybe I'll go bowling.
Or I just might go bowling.
Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go bowling.
Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament,
put on a stupid-lookin' shirt and go bowling,
Instead.
(Blackout)