Gatsby’s House Tonight
Socialites:
Champagne-sippin,’ finger-dippin’ dappers;
Outfit-strippin,’ skinny-dippin’ flappers;
Ingenues parading latest fashions;
Lovers lost in ecstasies of passion;
Movie stars arrayed in all their glamor;
Paparazzi raising such a clamor;
Well, the people all agree it’s the only place to be:
Take me down to Gatsby’s house tonight.
Crowd-entrancing, Charleston-dancing swingers;
Siren-glancing necromancing singers;
Politicians, famed physicians, lawyers;
Deft magicians, jazz musicians, voyeurs;
Waiters waiting tables, flashers flashing;
Satyrs satyrating, crashers crashing;
Well, the people all agree it’s the only place to be:
Take me down to Gatsby’s house tonight.
(Tap dance sequence)
Somewhere in the future trouble’s brewing;
Someday this will lead to our undoing.
Somewhere in the future stocks are crashing;
Some say it’ll take our dreams and dash ‘em;
Somewhere in the future Gabe’s horn’s ringing,
Ending each and every partygoer’s swinging;
But I’d rather sin today than to think about Judgment Day.
Take me down to Gatsby’s house tonight!
Take me down to Gatsby’s house tonight!
Take me down to Gatsby’s house tonight!
Across the Great Divide
Gatsby:
And across the great divide there is love.
And defying time and tide there is love.
In the darkest hour of night shines a bright inspiring light.
There is love, there is love.
In the stars’ resplendent grace there is love.
In a child’s adoring face there is love.
O’er the barricades and miles, through the years and through the trials,
There is love, there is love.
Each and every luminary pales beneath its light.
Each and every adversary quakes before its might.
And across the great divide there is love.
And defying time and tide there is love.
Though the pillars of our faith sway beneath our sorrow’s weight,
There is love, there is love─
‘midst the fury and the fire there is love.
Mirror, Mirror
Jordan:
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see─
Is my journey garland-graced? Or paved with misery?
All the world’s enchanted by your faithful prophecy─
Mirror, mirror, what’s in store for me?
Daisy:
Mirror, mirror in my hand, shrouded in your depths,
lies the secret of true love and lasting happiness.
Tell me whether love is bliss or only some cruel jest.
Mirror, mirror, do your truth confess.
Jordan:
Through the pressure-riding, fate-deciding, tremor-hiding, rule-abiding
shines the golden orb of victory.
Daisy:
‘Midst the allegations, refutations, fabrications, altercations
tolls the fateful knell of love’s decease.
Jordan:
With the celebration, exultation, elevation, adulation
comes the added pressure to succeed.
Daisy:
All the constant straying, lie-purveying, love decaying, wife-betraying
drives the loyal heart to soon secede.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, confidential friend,
[Jordan: mirror, mirror on the wall]
guardian of secrets, tried and true until the end,
[Jordan: mirror, mirror on the wall]
offer up your counsel even though it may offend.
Mirror, mirror, tell me what portends
Both:
Mirror, mirror, great or small, help me to deceive.
Daisy:
Hide the lines of worry carved by infidelity.
Jordan:
Scruples are a nuisance.
Daisy:
And love’s a fantasy.
Both:
Mirror, mirror, hide your truth from me…(3x)
Opportunity Knocks
Wolfsheim:
People often ask me what’s the secret of my luck─
is it merely accident or born of guile and pluck?
People seem to think there’s something magical I do
when my whole philosophy is simple, tried and true:
You’ve got to play the right horse at the right course.
Pick the right name in the right game.
Call the knockdown in the right round when opportunity knocks!
You’ve got to roll the hot dice. double down, twice.
Let the wheel spin with a big grin.
Place the huge bet, hide your cold sweat when opportunity knocks!
Wolfsheim:
People think I scan the sky, seek fortune in the stars.
Finger through a tarot deck and pluck a winning card.
The truth is luck’s inside of ‘em if people only knew,
not some flight of fortune that appears out of the blue.
Wolfsheim:
Gangster 1:
Wolfsheim:
Gangster 2:
Wolfsheim:
Gangster 3:
All gangsters:
You’ve got to pick the long shot.
Chase the big pot.
Bet the straight red.
And the big spread!
Stake a bold claim.
Take a high aim
When opportunity knocks!
Wolfsheim:
Gangster 1:
Wolfsheim:
Gangster 2:
Wolfsheim:
Gangster 3:
All gangsters:
You’ve got to hold your cards right.
Grit your teeth tight.
Have a blank stare.
And a big pair!
Buck the high odds,
Flout the high gods
When opportunity knocks!
Wolfsheim:
The bigger the moment, the bigger the man, no matter the pot or the stakes;
And if you can’t handle the heat of the room? Well, brother, they say “Them’s the breaks!”
All gangsters:
“Them’s the breaks!”
All gangsters:
Wolfsheim:
All gangsters:
Wolfsheim:
All gangsters:
Wolfsheim:
Wolfsheim & All gangsters:
You’ve got to play the right horse.
At the right course.
Pick the right name.
In the right game.
Call the knockdown.
In the right round
When opportunity knocks!
All gangsters:
Wolfsheim:
All gangsters:
Wolfsheim:
Gangsters & Flappers:
Wolfsheim:
All:
You’ve got to pick the long shot.
Chase the big pot.
Bet the straight red.
And the big spread.
Eye the right dame.
Fix the right game,
When opportunity knocks! When opportunity knocks!
Adultery, Adulterah!
Tom:
Let’s face it, men are just a cheating lot.
We boast about our conquests like we’re warriors.
We’ve got a special knack to sling ‘em in the sack and then─
Well, I won’t bore you.
Myrtle:
A woman ain’t expected to be hot,
but rather to behave like Queen Victoria.
But give her just a crack, and she’ll be on her back with one,
With one or more o’ ya.
Tom:
Adultery, Adulterah!
Myrtle:
Monogamy is so damn boring.
Tom:
Sing Ce’st la vie.
Myrtle:
Sing Que sera.
Both:
Sing hey, Adultery, Adulterah!
Tom:
Now marriage is a many-splendored thing─
Myrtle:
for people who elect to navigate it.
Tom:
But some must play the field.
Myrtle:
and others simply yield─
Both:
like us. It seems we’re fated.
Tom:
So others can abide the golden rule
Myrtle:
and stick like glue to thems with whom they’re mated.
Tom:
But we prefer to cheat
Myrtle:
and underneath the sheets
Both:
we find we’re copulated!
Tom:
Adultery, Adulterah!
Myrtle:
Monogamy will start you snoring.
Tom:
Sing Ce’st la vie.
Myrtle:
Sing Que sera.
Both:
Sing hey, Adultery, Adulterah!
Both:
Adultery, Adulterah! Monogamy? We say what for-ing?
Tom:
Sing Ce’st la vie.
Myrtle:
Sing Que sera.
Both:
Sing hey, Adultery! Hey, Adultery! Hey, Adultery! Hey, Adulterah!
The Crossroad of Our Lives
Gatsby:
Here we are. We’re standing at the crossroad of our lives.
Daisy:
So bizarre…hand in hand, two lovers long denied.
Gatsby:
Neither fully knowing what’s waiting ‘round the bend.
Daisy:
Neither fully showing the fears which we contend.
Both:
And we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives,
hoping all uncharted trials to come are trials we can survive.
Nothing more for us to say or do but wait till they arrive
as we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives…
Daisy:
Here we are. We’re standing on the threshold of our dreams.
Gatsby:
Bruised and scarred…so much lost existence to redeem.
Daisy:
Can the heart recover feelings from the past?
Gatsby:
Can it rediscover feelings meant to last?
Both:
And we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives,
hoping all uncharted trials to come are trials we can survive.
Nothing more for us to say or do but wait till they arrive
as we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives…
Gatsby:
Daring a future unseen.
Daisy:
Sharing an outcome unknown.
Both:
Both swearing a love that will weather this life, now and forever our own.
And we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives,
hoping all uncharted trials to come are trials we can survive.
Nothing more for us to say or do but wait till they arrive
as we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives,
as we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives,
as we’re standing at the crossroad of our lives…
Let the Party Begin!
Socialites:
Let the party begin!
Let the crowd shuffle in!
Life’s a short race—you might as well go through it at a fast pace.
Let the party begin!
These are high times, sell and buy times.
Turn a profit, make yourself a haul.
These are cry times. humble pie times.
Lose your shirt and face a margin call.
Let the party begin!
Let the crowd shuffle in!
Life’s a short race—you might as well go through it at a fast pace.
Let the party begin!
These are dry days, low supply days.
Prohibition’s got us in a funk.
These are gay days, seize-the-day days.
Bootleg? bathtub? both still get you drunk!
Let the party begin!
Let the crowd shuffle in!
Life’s a short race—you might as well go through it at a fast pace.
Let the party begin!
Crooner 1:
Crooner 2:
Crooner 3:
All Three:
You gotta love that girl with strawberry hair.
She’s gotta a siren song and Jezebel stare.
And a Delilah dance designed to ensnare.
I gotta have that girl tonight.
Crooner 1:
Crooner 2:
Crooner 3:
All Three:
She’s got a temperament that’s merry and mild.
She’s got a sentiment and smile of a child.
She’s got a crazy streak that’s driving me wild.
I gotta have that girl tonight!
Crooner 1:
When I’m ready for sleep and I turn out the light,
She bedevils my dreams like a wraith in the night.
Crooner 1:
Crooner 2:
Crooner 3:
All Three:
You gotta love that girl with strawberry hair.
She’s gotta a spider’s touch and matador’s flair.
And when you’re in her arms you haven’t a prayer.
I gotta have that girl tonight.
Socialites:
Let the party begin!
Let the crowd shuffle in!
Life’s a short race—you might as well go through it at a fast pace.
Let the party begin! Let the party begin! Let the party begin!
Remember Love?
Tom:
Remember love? Dinners in fancy places? Memories return in a flood.
Remember love? Tropical isle embraces? Passions that blazed in our blood?
A trust betrayed can be re-won; a moment strayed be soon undone;
a heart dismayed be soothed and numbed if you would just remember love.
Daisy:
Remember love? Undented pillowcases…phone calls received in a rush.
Remember love? Trollops and trysting places… scandals your money would hush.
A broken trust may be restored; a moment’s lust may be ignored;
a broken heart’s forever scored─ oh, no, i can’t remember love.
Gatsby:
Spare us all your lies and your supplications,
Daisy’s done with you and your fornications.
She deserves a life, not this tribulation, here and now.
Gatsby:
Wipe out all the past
Show no hesitation.
Tell him that he’s through.
Show no vacillation.
I’m the one you love.
Make your declaration now.
Tom:
What’s this?
You must be mad.
She’d never leave
for such a cad.
Tom:
Remember love?
Tokens of adoration?
Dresses and diamonds
and such.
Daisy:
I do recall.
Things great and small.
They do enthrall.
Gatsby:
Come live with me
and be my love.
I’ve had the world;
it’s not enough.
Tom:
Remember love?
Amorous assignations?
Cafes and chalets so plush?
Daisy:
It comes to mind…
Two hearts aligned…
two hands entwined…
Gatsby:
On stormy seas,
in blackened nights
I’ve scanned the shore for
your green light.
Tom:
What’s in the past is past and done.
Daisy & Tom:
Love meant to last takes two, not one.
Gatsby:
A dream deferred’s a dream undone…
Tom:
Daisy:
Gatsby:
Oh, yes, I can remember love!
Oh, yes, I can remember love!
Oh, no, I can’t remember love!
I’m Never Falling in Love Again
Gatsby:
Living each day with my mind in a maze and my thoughts always turning ‘round you;
Dying each night with my heart all ablaze and my feelings almost burning on through;
Wanting to let out this song in my soul, then remembering that it has to stay in─
No, I’m never falling in, I’m never falling in love again.
Daisy:
Living each day like a bird in a cage, always knowing that the bars will hold fast.
Dying each night like a word on a page when the light gives way to darkness at last.
Wanting to let out this song in my soul, then remembering i’m too scared to begin.
No, I’m never falling in, I’m never falling in love again.
Gatsby:
Why is it love’s so, so far away?
Daisy:
Why is it love’s so unwilling to stay?
Gatsby:
Living each day with my mind in a haze and my arms always yearning for you.
Daisy:
Dying each night with my heart almost crazed, and then bidding hopeless passion adieu.
Gatsby & Daisy:
Wanting to let out this song in my soul, then remembering that it has to stay in.
No, I’m never falling in, I’m never falling in, falling in love again.
No, I’m never falling in, I’m never falling in, falling in love again.