Act III



SCENE SIXTEEN

PACKARD GOOSE



JOE: (clutching the hood ornament of an ancient car)

Maybe you thought

I was the Packard Goose

Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse

Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse

For being what I am

Do you hear me, then?

All them rock n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze

Selling punk like some new kind ol English disease

Is that the wave of the future? Aw, spare me please!



Oh no, you gotta go

Who do you write for?

I wan u a know

I believe you is the governments whore

And keeping peoples dumb is where you're

C'oming from

And keeping peoples dumb is where you're coming from

Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand

I will be more specific so they might understand

They can all kiss my ass

But because its so grand

They best just stay away



Hey, hey, hey

Hey, Joe, who did you blow?

pushed the button boy

And you went to the show

Better suck a little harder or the shekels won't flow

And I don t mean your thumb

So on your knees you bum

Just tell yourself it's yum

And suck it till you're numb

Journalisms kinda scary

And of it we should be wary

Wonder what became of Mary?



And no sooner has he wondered, a vision of Mary appears to him,

delivering a little lecture



VOICE OF MARY'S VISION:

Hi! It's me... the girl from the bus...

Remember? The last tour? Well...

Information is not knowledge

Knowledge is not wisdom

Wisdom is not truth

Truth is not beauty

Beauty is not love

Love is not music

Music is THE BEST...

Wisdom is the domain of the Wis

(which is extinct).

Beauty is a French phonetic corr