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Homosexuals Women with children Short insomniacs And a teeny tiny band Come, back in The welcome mat is on the floor Let's, begin This story needs an ending A homosexual Father with children One bar mitzvah that Is scrupulously planned Lovers come and lovers go Lovers fight and sing fortissimo Give these handsome boys a hand Welcome to Falsettoland Nancy Reagan Meanest and thinnest of the first Ladies Moves into the White House Ya-bah-dah-bah It's the '80s Ya-bah-dah-bah Ooh, the '80s Ya-bah-dah-bah What a world we live March, march, march of the Falsettos March of the Falsettos What a world we live in Who is man enough to march in March of the Falsettos Ya-bah-dah-bah Spiky lesbians Women internists Shiksa caterer Who is trying to expand Everybody on your mark Congregate in Central Park Pretty boys are in demand Welcome to Falsettoland Whee! Whoo! What a world we live in! Whee! Whoo! What a world we live in! It's about time, don't ya think? It's about time to grow up, don't ya think? It's about time to grow up and face the music It's about time Since we last spoke Two years are waning I'll try explaining Just what you've missed We called a truce And fitfully we coexist I'm still loose She's still with the psychiatrist So I don't have a psychiatrist Except on the Jewish holidays But I still have my son on the weekends Just on the weekends And some very good friends But I don't have a lover anymore Oh my God When am I gonna get over this? When am I gonna get over this? When am I gonna get over this? Homosexuals Women with children Ex-ex lovers And a teeny tiny band Welcome to Falsettoland Shiksa caterers Short insomniacs Hypochondriacs Yiddish Americans Spiky families Radiologists Intellectuals Nervous wrecks! Welcome to Falsettoland It's about time, don't ya think It's about time to grow up, don't ya think It's about time to grow up and face the music It's about time One day I'd like to be As mature as my son, who Is twelve and a half And this tall! That's all I'd like to be That's all! It's about growing up, getting older, living on a lover's shoulder Learning love is not a crime It's about time It's about time It's about time It's about—
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