Welcome!

Vega-Ladies and Gentlemen--now that the act is over, on with the real show!

When we hit that 'holy cow' last fermata
And we dance across the stage to bow and wave ta-ta
When the curtain dorps (timpani)
And the music stops
Get ready, 'cause here he goes--

Welcome to the Night Sky, Ladies and gentlemen
Hope you enjoyed the show
We danced across the stage for you one by one
And the group numbers were just as much fun
But there's one thing you should know
It's a scam
It's a sham
We all look so happy
'Cause we hate it when he's mad
So let me intorduce you
To our wonderful director
Abram

(talk singing, and pretending to be Abram)
'You suck, you suck, you suck, you suck you suck
I can't believe you girl's--you dance like cattle run amuck
You're a cow, You're a pig, you're fat
You'can't dance (or sing so screw that)
I can't believe I hired you
That show smelled like a load of poo
And have I said your fat?'

Abram--You forgot a back-biting Vegas show girl