From: Tom Whore (tomwhore@inetarena.com)
Date: Fri Dec 08 2000 - 14:02:30 PST
Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play,
They've been going in and out of style,
But they're guaranteed to raise the smile,
So may I introduce to you,
The act you've known for all these years,
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts
Club Band.
(cue bullet)
Good Dog Nigel
Arf, Arf, he goes, a merry sight
Our little hairy friend
Arf, Arf, upon the lampost bright
Arfing round the bend. Nice dog! Goo boy,
Waggie tail and beg,
Clever Nigel, jump for joy
Because we are putting you to sleep at three of the clock, Nigel.
(POV eye looking up from the street, sounds of traffic )
We announce the birth of a conceptual country , Nutopia. Citizenship of
the country can be obtained by declaration of your awarness of
Nutopia. Nutopia has no land no boundries , no passports , only people.
Nutopia has no laws other than cosmic. All people of Nutopia are
ambassadors of the country.
Q: What would be the physical environment of your Utopia be like?
John: Typical.
Q: What family structures would exist?
John: Any.
Q: How would government be organized?
John: Toss a coin.
Q: How would work and goods be divided?
John: Color of eyes.
Q: What crimes would there be, and how would they be punished?
John: Plenty. Somehow.
Q: Why isn't life like this?
John: Isn't it?
(Fade To Black, roll credits)
Everybody's talking and no one says a word Everybody's making love and no
one really cares There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on There's always something
cooking and nothing in the pot They're starving back in China so finish
what you got Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me
there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed Everybody's runnin' and no one
makes a move Everyone's a winner and nothing left to lose There's a little
yellow idol to the north of Katmandu Everybody's flying and no one leaves
the ground Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound There's a place for
us in the movies you just gotta lay around Nobody told me there'd be days
like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me
there'd be days like these Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high Everybody's flying and never
touch the sky There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised Nobody
told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like
these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed --
most peculiar, mama
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