Mark
Pan to the padlocked door. New Year’s rocking eve. The
Breaking-back-into-the-building party…

Mimi
How long till next year?

Roger
Three and half minutes…

Mimi
I’m giving up my vices
I’m going back — back to school
Eviction or not
This week’s been so hot
That long as I’ve got you
I know I’ll be cool
I couldn’t crack the love code, dear
Till you made the lock on my heart explode
It’s gonna be a happy new year
A happy new year

Mark
Coast is clear
You’re supposed to be working
That’s for midnight
Where are they?
There isn’t much time

Mimi
Maybe they’re dressing
I mean what does one wear that’s apropos
For a party — that’s also a crime

Maureen
Chips, anyone?

Mark
You can take the girl out of Hicksville
But you can’t take the Hicksville out of the girl

Maureen
My riot got you on TV
I deserve a royalty

Mimi
Be nice you two
Or no god awful champagne

Maureen
Don’t mind if I do
No luck?

Roger
Bolted plywood, padlocked with a chain
A total dead end

Maureen
Just like my ex-girlfriend
(On cellular phone)
Honey…?
I know you’re there…
Please pick up the phone
Are you okay?
It’s not funny
It’s not fair
How can I atone?
Are you okay?
I lose control
But I can learn to behave
Give me one more chance
Let me be your slave
I’ll kiss your Doc Martens
Let me kiss your Doc Martens
Your every wish I will obey
(Joanne enters)

Joanne
That might be okay
Down girl
Heel… stay
I did a bit of research
With my friends at legal aid
Technically, you’re squatters
There’s hope
But just in case

Mark and Joanne
Rope!

Mark
We can hoist a line —

Joanne
To the fire escape —

Mark and Joanne
That bench!

Maureen
I can’t take them as chums

Joanne
Start hoisting… wench

Roger
I think I should be laughing
Yet I forget
Forget how to begin
I’m feeling something inside
And yet I still can’t decide
If I should hide
Or make a wide open grin
Last week I wanted just to disappear
My life was dust
But now it just may be a happy new year
A happy new year
(Collins enters with Angel)

Collins
Bond — James Bond

Angel
And Pussy Galore — in person

Mimi
Pussy — you came prepared

Angel
I was a boy scout once
And a brownie
Till some brat got scared

Collins
Aha! Moneypenny — my martini!

Mimi
Will bad champagne do?

Roger
That’s shaken — no stirred

Collins
Pussy — the bolts

Angel
Just say the word!

Mimi
Two minutes left to execute our plan

Collins
Where’s everyone else?

Roger
Playing Spiderman

Mark
Ironic close up: tight
On the phone machine’s red light
Once the Boho boys are gone
The power mysteriously comes on

More lyrics from Jonathan Larson

  • 02Happy New Year
    03:24
  • 03Voicemail #3
    00:49
  • 04Happy New Year 2
    03:19
  • 05Valentine's Day
    01:12
  • 09Voicemail #4
    00:43
  • 02:07
  • 17Voicemail #5
    01:00
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