Act II



SCENE FOURTEEN

OUTSIDE NOW



JOE: (somewhat exhausted)

These executives have plooked the fuck out of me

And there's still a long time to go before I've

Paid my debt to society

And all I ever really wanted to do was

Play the guitar 'n bend the string like

Reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee

I've got it

I'll be sullen and withdrawn

I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm

Of my own secret thoughts

I'll lay on my back here 'til dawn

In a semi-catatonic state

And dream of guitar notes

That would irritate

An executive kinda guy...



And sure enough JOE dreams up a few of those guitar notes

that every executive despises...those low ones...every exec

knows it's only the records with the high squeally ones that

get to be hits (except for Duane Eddy)...



Well, I guess that one did the trick

If they only coulda heard it

Half-a-dozen of em woulda strangled

While they was suckin on each others' dick

But that was just a bunch of imaginary

Notes I played

Just a little extra somethin'

To keep me goin from day to day

That's okay

I'll be gettin outta here pretty soon

Then I won't have to live

In this ugly fuckin room

Can't wait to see

I can't wait to see what it's like

On the outside now...

etc., etc., etc.



And JOE just lays there, dreaming imaginary guitar notes for years

on end, until finally they let him out...