No please no,
Not tonight please no,
Mister,
Can't you go,
Not tonight,

Can't have a scene.
What?
No, please go, you,
Hello sir,
I said no important customer,
What am I, just a blur?
You sit all night, you never buy.
That's a lie, that's a lie,
I had a tea the other day
You couldnt pay!
Oh yeah...
Benjamin coffin III, here?
Oh no,

Wine and Beer!

The enemy of Avenue A, will stay
Oy vey.
What brings a mogul in his own mind, to the life cafe?
I would like to propose a toast,
To Maureen's noble trial.
It went well?
Go to hell,
Was the yuppie scum stomped?
Not counting the homeless, how many tickets were incompt?'
Why did Muffy-
Alison-
Miss the show?
There was a death in the family, if you must know.
Who died?
Our Ekita, Evita.
Mimi, I'm suprised,
A bright and charming girl like you,
Hangs out,
With these slackers,
Who don't adhere to deals,
They make fun, yet I am the one,
Attempting to do some good.
Or do you really want a neighborhood,
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia is a fallacy in your head,
This is Calcutta, Bohemia is dead.

Dearly beloved,
We gather here to say our goodbyes.
Here she lies, no one knew her worth
the late, great, daughter of mother earth.
On this night, when we celebrate the birth.
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass, you BET your ass to
La Vie Boheme.
(la vie boheme x4)

To days of inspiration
Playing hooky,
Makin somethin' outta nothin'
The need to express,
To communicate,
To going against the green,
Going insane,
Going maaaad,
To love intention,
No pension,
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention,
Hating potention,
Not to mention, of course,
Hating dear old mom and daaaad.
To riding your bike midday
Pass the three piece suits,
To fruits,
To no absolutes,
To absolut,
To choice,
To the Village Voice,
To any passing fad!
To being an us for once,
Instead of at them,

La vie boheme,
La vie boheme,

Is the equipment in a pyramid?
Yes, maureen,
The mixer doesnt have a case
Don't give me that face! [kissing sound]
Hey mister, she's my sister!
So thats 5 miso soup
4 seaweed salad
3 soy burger,
Dinner to tofu dog platter,
And 1 pasta with meatless balls
(eww)
It tastes the same!
If you close your eyes
And 13 orders of fries, is that it here?
WINE AND BEER!
To hand crafted beers made in local breweries,
To yoga,
To yogurt,
To rice and beans and cheese,
To leather,
To dildos,
To curried indaloo,
To huevos rancheros,
And Maya Angelou,
Emotion,
Devotion,
To causing a commotion,
Creation,
Vcation,
Mucho masturbation,
Compassion,
To fashion,
To passion,
When it's new,
To suntan,
To sun high,
To anything taboo,
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage,
Let it bruise,
To Langston Hughes!
To the stage!
To ooda,
To buddha
Pablo LaRuda
ooooo
Why Dorothy and Toto,
Went,
Over the rainbow,
To blow off Auntie Em,

La Vie Boheme

And wipe the speakers off before you pack
yes, Maureen,
Well, Hurry back!
Sisters?
We're close.
Brothers!
Bisexual,
Trisexuals,
Homosapiens,
Carcinogen,
Talucen,
No men,
Pee Wee Herman,
German wine,
Turpentine
Gertude Stein,
Antoine Leonie,
Berdalucci,
Carisawa,
Camina,
Verona,
To apathy,
To antropy,
To empathy,
To end of the ecstacy,
That's our problem
The Sex Pistols, ABC,
To no shame,
Never playing the fame game.
To marijuana!

To sodomy,
It's between God and me,
to S-A-M,
Waiter, Waiter,
La Vie Boheme!

In honor of the death of Bohemia,
An impromptu salome will commence immediately
following dinner.
Mimi Marquez clad only in bubble wrap,
Will perform her famous mont chair handcuff dance,
To the sound of iced tea being stirred.
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary,
About his inabilty to hold an erection,
On the high holy days.
And Maureen Johnson,
Back from her spectacular one night engagement
at the 11th Street lot
Will sing Native American tribal chants backwards,
through her vocoder,
while accompanying herself on the electric cello,
which she has never studied.

Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us.
Theres nothing to know.
Don't you think that we should discuss.
It was three months ago.
He doesn't act like he's with you.
We're taking it slow.
Where is he now?
He's right.... (yuhuh)where'd he go?

And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet
devocative song
That doesn't remind us of Musetta's waltz.
Angel Dumachinan will model the latest fall fashions from Paris,
While accompanying herself,
On the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist,
Including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT,
Virtual Reality equipment to self destruct as it broadcast the words,
Actual Reality Act Up Partys!

Excuse me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited and ignored,
All night long,
I've been trying, I'm not lying,
No one's perfect, I've got baggage,
Life's too short, babe, time is flyin'
I'm lookin for baggage that goes with mine
I should tell you
I've got baggage too,
Should tell you,
Baggage wine and beer
ACT break,
You,
Me,
You,
Mimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii