Medea Check:
CD Player (at home): Dressed To Kill soundtrack
CD Player (at work): Ella in Berlin: Mack the Knife
DVD: Serial Mom
VCR: I Married a Witch
Unfinished song for Hermione Gingold:
T'was the middle of May I remember.
I was shopping for a role for the fall,
Something to open in November.
A light comedy by Coward or Shaw.
I dialed up my agent, Bernie LaRue,
While sipping on a very dry martini.
I cried to him, "Bernie, what shall I do?"
I want a big production to star me!"
He spoke not a word--he gave me a fright.
I began to suspect he had died.
But before I could 'minister any last rite
My secret agent finally replied:
You must do "Medea", m'dear!
The critics will certainly cheer.
They will "Hip! Hip! Hooray!"
Every line that you say
And claim you're the actress sans peer!
You must do "Medea", m'dove!
It's a role that sent down from above.
An enchantress, a witch,
And a bit of a bitch,
And a warm-hearted mother (sort of...)
We will get you a young hunky Jason,
Who will set your libido a'racin'.
And the hearts of the audience will stop
When you give those two kiddies the chop-chop!
Yes, you must do "Medea", m'dear!
'Cause you certainly can't play "King Lear".
You would look much too weird
In a long and white beard.
And enough people think that you're queer.
Yes, you must do "Medea"!
Oh, you must do "Medea"!
Yes, you must do "Medea", m'dear!