Over At The Frankenstein Place

("Sing it bitch")

JANET: In the velvet darkness, Of the blackest night, Burning bright, there's a guiding star. No matter what or who you are.

BRAD & JANET: There's a light

...(Accendere piccole torcie elettriche, fiammiferi o accendini)

CHORUS: Over at the Frankenstein place.

BRAD & JANET: There's a light...

CHORUS: Burning in the fireplace.

BRAD & JANET: There's a light, light in the darkness

(spegnere gli accendini)

of everybody's life.

("Sing to us, oh hairless one!")

RIFF RAFF: The darkness must go down the river of night's dreaming.

Flow morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming

Into my life. Into my life...

BRAD & JANET: There's a light...

(Accendere)

CHORUS: Over at the Frankenstein place.

BRAD & JANET: There's a light...

CHORUS: Burning in the fireplace. There's a light, a light

BRAD & JANET: ...in the darkness

(Spegnere)

of everybody's life.

(Appallottolare i giornali e "bombardare" gli astanti. Senza farsi male però!)

NARRATOR: And so, it seemed that fortune had smiled on Brad and Janet

and that they had found the assistance that their plight required.

("Are you sure?")

...Or had they?

("Nyah-ha-ha")

JANET: Brad, let's go back, I'm cold and frightened...

BRAD: Just a moment Janet, they might have a phone.

("Ding-dong asshole calling")

("Say hello, Riff")

RIFF RAFF: Hello.

BRAD: Hi! My name is Brad Majors

("Asshole!")

, and this is my fiancee, Janet Weiss

("Uaiss")

I wonder if you could help us. You see our car broke down a few miles up the road...do you have a phone we might use?

RIFF RAFF: You're wet.

("she's always wet!")

("Say something stupid, Janet")

JANET: Yes - it's raining.

("Are you an asshole, Brad?")

BRAD: Yes.

("Are you on drugs, Riff?")

RIFF RAFF: Yes...

(un lampo illumina il cortile, mostrando le motociclette)

I think that perhaps you better both

("Get lost!")

come inside.

JANET: You're too kind.

Oh Brad, I'm frightened. What kind of place is this?

BRAD: Oh, it's probably some kind of hunting lodge for rich weirdoes.

("Yeah, rich weirdoes")

JANET: Oh.

("Hey, Riff, Which way?")

RIFF RAFF: This way.

JANET: Are you having a party?

("No, it's my sister's bat mitzvah")

RIFF RAFF: You've arrived on a very special night. It's one of the master's affairs.

("Which one ?")

JANET: Oh, lucky him.

MAGENTA:

(Tutto il pubblico in coro insieme a Mag)

You're lucky, He's lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky! ha ha ha ha ha