Goodness gracious thats why im a mess

Other theme: politics. If New York Theater Workshop wants to get into the stand-up comedy business, it should begin serving cocktails. The monologue circles back to the promised subjects of neo-Nazis and drugs, but is essentially a half-wry, half-heartfelt story of family, faith and Catholic guilt.

As the offspring of this duo, Mr. Fugelsang was naturally more than usually susceptible to emotional blackmail trimmed in theology.

With his father dying of heart disease, Mr. Fugelsang had been living with his girlfriend for 11 years at that point. Would it kill him to buy her a ring and sanctify the union in the eyes of the Lord? Broke and unhappy, he resisted the maternal campaign, at least long enough for the show to take a detour into a previous parent-son conflict. Fugelsang sparred with David Duke, the neo-Nazi of the subtitle. Mom and Dad were no fans of this politician, but was it necessary for John to make that joke about sodomy on national television?

The drug-smuggling episode comes toward the close of this minute evening. Excuse me, Mister Officer, you think we're bad, huh? You wanna clean up the streets, huh?

Well you better put society in handcuffs Ha-ha! You got a hard job! Music by Bernstein, lyrics by Sondheim I'm talking 'bout 'West Side Story', it's before my time Police sweat me like the Sharks and the Jets Because I do what I does so they wanna get me If you let me, I'll explain the game Clear my name and show you ain't a damn thing changed So don't criticise the way that I parlay This ain't Broadway, we learned it the hard way Dear, kindly Sgt.