It's very clear to me that you do not care for this class
or the illustrious instrument bestowed upon you. I know exactly why you are here.
Listen to me my little sugar plum you're barking up the wrong tree. He hasn't talked to you since
the fifth grade. Not 'hello,' not 'goodbye,' not even 'boo.'
You're wrong - it's not since the fifth grade!
Oh?
We have been not talking since the third.
Then do us all a favor and transfer to cheer squad. Go beavers!
Go beavers.
I am staying. I don't need words.
Words are overrated. Oh he never speaks his passions
he never speaks his views.
Whereas other men speak volumes the man I loved... Tom. Tom...
Thomas!
is mute. In truth I can't recall being wooed with words at all.
Baton is up!
Even now
He plays the violin.
He tucks it right under his chest and he bows
Oh he bows. For he knows yes he knows
That it's heigh heigh heigh diddle diddle, twixt my heart
Tom and his fiddle. My strings run strong
Heigh, heigh, heigh, heigh
I'm always undone.
Back!
Baton is up!
I hear his violin and I get this feeling within, and I sigh oh I sigh he draws near very near
And it's heigh heigh heigh diddle diddle And my... goodbye to the fiddle! My strings are unstrung.
Sit down please!
Heigh heigh heigh heigh!
I'm always undone.
Get out!
Heigh heigh heigh heigh!
When Heaven calls to me sing me no sad elegy
Say I died loving bride loving wife loving life for it was heigh heigh heigh diddle diddle
And heigh heigh heigh diddle diddle
Whatever will be
Heigh heigh heigh heigh!
For eternity.
He plays the violin.
Dominic Dorset, Bill Nolte, Andrew Keenan-Bolger, and the Broadway Backwards ensemble.