Show Stoppin Number

It's a

Show stoppin' number

A real showstopper

A show stoppin' number, c'mon...

Something to shock 'em,

To bring them a-crawlin'

A big time box office draw

With the press and the glamour

We'll kill the reviews

Spotlight on Mr. Ingenue

So fill up your tumbler

Got a show stopping number for you

Professor, please

If they find us, they will kill us!

A show stoppin' number

Is something you die for

A real catchy ear-wormy tune

An award-winning score

That seeps in and out of your pores

A ditty to make the chorus girls swoon

It'll unify humanity

In a thundering chorus

No exits from this Broadway venue

So splash those shiny cymbals

Got a show stopping hymnal for you

This song's pretty good, huh?

I bet you didn't know I was also a composer

In fact, while I've been preparing for the apocalypse

I've also been writing my own musical

Do you mind if I give you the pitch?

We don't have time

Fucking go for it

It's called 'Workin' Boys: A New Musical!'

It's the story of a group of old college chums

Sure, they've found 'success' in the business world

Still, they can't help but long for the simpler times

Back in that beat up old house at the edge of campus

But those glory days?

They're gone for good

...Or are they?

This here is the title number

Business calls

I'm up to my ass in shit

What is this business?

Markets are crashing

And I'm at the edge of my wits

I just can't take it

When all I want to do

Is spend the day with

Greg...

And Steve...

And Stu...

And Mark...

And Leighton...

And Chad

Ring ring

The phone rings

I answer it

Oh, hey, Greg

I'm swamped...

With Business

Stocks, bonds, golden parachutes

Remember those days on the football field, Greg?

Last weekend feels like ages ago

What?

Today?

After work?

On the football field?

The old stompin' grounds, eh, Greg?

Just you and me...

And Steve

And Stu

And Mark

And Leighton

And... Chad

Five o'clock

I'll see you then, Greg!

I'll see you then...

All I want to do

Is spend the day with Steve and...

Five o'clock can't come soon enough

Five o'clock can't come soon enough

Five o'clock can't come soon enough

I can't wait to get home to my boys

A show stoppin' number

A real showstopper

An aria to rule them all

They'll throw us their money at full price admission

The world will come tumbling down

Hamilton move over, your new competition's in town

Hey, Henry

Greg!

Is that really you?

Professor, no!

That's not Greg!

Been a long time

Hey, boys!

Wanna toss that pigskin around?

Stu!

You haven't aged a day!

Is it five o'clock already?

It must be!

Come on, Henry.

We've got some catching up to do.

Workin boys

We're up in our ass in shit

What is this business?

Five o'clock can't come soon enough

Five o'clock can't come soon enough

Five o'clock can't come soon enough

I can't wait to get home to my boys