Fanfare / Don't Dream It - Tim Curry

Whatever happened to Fay Wray?

That delicate satin draped frame

As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry

Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same…

Give yourself over to absolute pleasure

Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh

Erotic nightmares beyond any measure

And sensual daydreams to treasure forever

Can’t you just see it?

Don’t dream it — be it.

Ach!

We’ve got to get out of this trap

Before this decadence saps our will

I’ve got to be strong and try to hang on

Or my mind may well snap

Und my life will be lived for the thrills…

It’s beyond me, help me Mommy

God bless Lily St. Cyr…