Darling, I'm feeling pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darling, you're so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Taking me some paper Pencil in my hand I'm gonna write Darling, you know I feel the cold nights Thinking 'bout the old nights Spent along with you Darling, tears are in my eyes now Knowing I can try now To make it back to you, ooh, ooh Oh, my darling Darling, love you more than ever Wish we were together Darling of mine Darling, I'm feeling pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darling, you're so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Oh, my darling (I'm feeling pretty lonesome) I'm feeling pretty lonesome (I'd call you on the phone some) You know I'd call you (But I don't have a dime) Not one thin dime, darling (Darling), oh, my darling (I'm feeling pretty lonesome) Ooh, I'm lonesome (I'd call you on the phone some) (But I don't have a dime), not one thin dime (Darling), oh, my darling (I'm feeling pretty lonesome) I'm feeling lonesome (I'd call you on the phone some) You know I'd call you (But I don't have a dime) Not one thin dime

Tonight's my lucky night I know He talked to me To tell me he's been thinking of me And all this time he's changed his mind Oh, he told me so That's how I know he's gonna love me Tonight's the night We'll turn out the light And love again Like we did back then And we'll start all over Tonight Tonight's my lucky night I'm sure He's at my door I've waited for this chance to hold him And how I see he's needed me Oh, imagine that He's coming back Coming back to live forever Tonight's the night We'll turn out the light And love again Like we did back then And we'll start all over Tonight

That needy pervert was right If we want our house back, we have to fight for it Well, how? No one can see us We're ghosts, damn it Let's haunt this bitch (Barbara) Oblivion calls So we might as well walk through some walls I'm sure we can haunt our own halls 'Cause Adam, we're ready as we'll ever get If we wanna win back our home I gotta get right outside my comfort zone We'll rattle chains, and I don't know Just wail and moan until they go Are you willin' to take the next step? Yes, ready, set Ready, set, ready, set Let-, woo

Look at this crib In all of its glorious antiquary Every curve and surface speaks to me Saying pamper and spoil me Sand me and oil me Come on I know to the untrained eye it's boring But nothing's a chore when you're restoring Apart from frustration, pain, and financial drain It's fun! Folks say Adam Why do you polish your crib when you don't have a kid? And even if you did have a kid This crib is too precious for placing a baby inside it So it simply exists to remind you Your sense of perfection is just a reflection that You are not mentally prepared to make room for a kid Adam, why don't you live? Adam, just make a start Are you willing to take the next step? Ready, set Ready, set Look at these jugs! Amazingly glazed and terracotta-ery I took some clay and made you pottery The world will never wreck you I'll protect you in a mother's embrace Folks say, Barbara Why can't you see that ceramics is Simply a manifestation of motherly panic By making a baby that's breakable Aren't you creating a way of translating the Terror of making maternal mistakes into clay Hiding away so you don't have to face being a bad mom Barbara That's what you've done, Barbara Just make a start Are you willing to take the next step? Ready, set Here we stand At the end of a 10-year plan A house, a yard, a minivan A baby should be next Together let's leap off the cliff Fall forever, then smash to bits Trapped in a terrifying viper pit Of diapers and regret Are we willing to take the next step? Ready, set Ready, set Not yet Not yet Why rush? Why rush? Soon enough, our hopes and our dreams will be crushed But not yet! Not yet! Not now Not now Ooohh? No! See? We can't start a family in a house with creaky floorboards You are absolutely right Let's add it to the list With the cracks in the plaster The wi-fi should be faster This sofa needs a castor The bathroom's a disaster! What about global poverty? What about world peace? Then there's the whole darn economy The whole Middle East We should learn Mandarin Yeah! Or Spanish at least No habla español Dos cervezas por favor And that's all we got And that's not a lot Do we want a bilingual household or not? So let's go slow No breaking a sweat What's the point of having children If we're drowning in debt? Now we're totally Completely Maybe eighty percent I'd say seventy-eight Ready to take The next step (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah Yeah!) The next step (Zooby dooby dooby, dooby dop and bow!) The next step (Zweeby, beeby, boo-bah-bah-dee!) The next step Ready, set let's See I wasn't kidding It's a show about death!

Shake shake shake senora Shake your body line Shake shake shake senora Shake it all the time Work work work senora Work your body line Work work work senora Work it all the time My girls name is Senora I tell you friends I adore her And when she dances oh mother She is a hurricane in all kinds of ways Jump in the line Rock your body in time Ok I believe you Jump in line Rock your body in time Ok I believe you Shake shake shake senora Shake your body line Work work work senora Work it all the time Momma if you're listening, doesn't this blow your mind I was on a mission This is what I left behind I miss you everyday, think a little stranger than usual And you will find, world beyond your comprehension Unless you noted all dimensions A little uncoventional I know But momma I'm home I'm home Shake shake shake senora I'm home

Hey mom, dead mom I need a little help here I'm prob'ly talking to myself here But dead mom, I gotta ask Are you really in the ground? 'Cause I feel you all around me Are you here, dead mom? Dead mom Dead mom I'm tired of trying to iron out my creases I'm a bunch of broken pieces It was you who made me whole Every day dad's staring at me Like all, "Hurry up, get happy Move along Forget about your mom" 'Cause daddy's in denial Daddy doesn't wanna feel He wants me to smile And clap like a performing seal Ignored it for a while But daddy's lost his mind for real You won't believe the mess that we've become You're my home My destination And I'm your clone Your strange creation You held my hand And life came easy Now jokes don't land And no one sees me Nothing seems to fit Mamma is this it? Are you receiving? I want something to believe in or I'm done Take me where my soul can run or I'll be in my bedroom Wake me when I'm twenty one Daddy's moving forward Daddy didn't lose a mom Mama won't you send a sign? I'm running out of hope and time A plague of mice, a lightning strike Or drop a nuclear bomb No more playing daddy's game I'll go insane if things don't change Whatever it takes to make him say your name Dead mom

Daylight come and we wan' go- In times like these, we have no words We have only each other Today we come together to mourn the passing of Emily Deetz Devoted wife of Charles, beloved mother to Lydia Scripture tells us, "Sorrow not, for we do not walk alone" You're invisible when you're sad Clocks tick and phones still ring The world carries on like mad But nobody sees a thing Whispering behind their hands Lost for kind words to say Nobody understands And everyone goes away Grown-ups wanna fix things When they can't it only fills them with shame So they just look away Is it being greedy to need somebody to see me And say my name? Seems when you lose your mom No one turns off the sun Folks carry on, that's that You're invisible when you're sad Holy crap, a ballad already? And such a bold departure from the original source material