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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonathan Groff
Performer
Christian Borle
Performer
Will Van Dyke
Piano
Dena Tauriello
Drums
Sue Williams
Electric Bass Guitar
Nate Brown
Electric Guitar
Mason Ingram
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Menken
Songwriter
Howard Ashman
Songwriter
Will Van Dyke
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Menken
Producer
Frank Wolf
Mixing Engineer
Michael Mayer / 1280678
Producer
Will Van Dyke
Producer
Hunter Arnold
Executive Producer
Rob Ahrens
Executive Producer
Tom Kirdahy
Executive Producer
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, Seymour, this is gonna be a pleasure
I'm gonna want some Nitrous Oxide for this one
In fact, I'm gonna use my special gas mask
You just relax, Seymour, I'll be with you in a moment
Now, do it now
While he's gassing himself to a palpable stupor
The timing's ideal and the moment is super
To ready and fire and blow the sick bastard away
Now, do it now
Just a flicker of pressure right here on the trigger
And Audrey won't have to put up with that pig for another day
Now, for the girl
Now, for the plant
Now, yes, I will!
But I can't
Ooh! Oh, Seymour! I am flyin' now!
All the things we're gonna do to your mouth!
Oh, well, I guess I've had about enough of this stuff
I'll just take this mask off now, and-, why?
Whoa-, whoa
Hey, Seymour, guess what?
What?
It's stuck!
What?
The mask, it's stuck, I can't get it off
Jesus Christ, I could asphyxiate in here
Hey, Seymour, give me a hand, will ya?
Well
"Well?" He says, "Well?"
Oh, Seymour, I don't think you understand
Don't be fooled if I should giggle
Like a sappy happy dope
It's just the gas, it's got me high
But don't let that fact deceive you, any moment I could die!
Though I giggle and I chortle
Bear in mind, I'm not immortal
Why this whole thing strikes me funny
I don't know
'Cause it really is a rotten way to go!
What we have here is an ethical dilemma
'Less I help him get the mask removed
He doesn't have a prayer
True, the gun was never fired
But the way events transpired
I could finish him with simple laissez-faire
What we have here is a tricky moral problem (now!)
Do I help remove the mask or let him go for lack of air? (Do it now!)
Couldn't shoot him when I tried, but the fates are on my side (help me now!)
I can off the guy by staying in the chair! (Now!)
Don't be fooled if I should chuckle like hyenas in a zoo
It's just the gas, it turns me on
But don't let my mirth deceive you, at any moment, I'll be gone
All my vital signs are failing 'cause the oxide I'm inhaling
Makes it difficult as hell to catch my breath
Are you dumb, or hard of hearing?
Or relieved my end is nearing?
Are you satisfied? I laughed myself to
Death?
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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