Music & Lyrics 1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson The Baroquans are on the loose again You’d better all watch out Their eyes have turned chartreuse again ‘Cos they’re lurking about You can tell them by their powdered wigs Those awful sourkrauts and should you see those creatures, man You’d better give a shout

Music & Lyrics © 1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson The Baroquans are on the loose again You’d better all watch out Their eyes have turned chartreuse again ‘Cos they’re lurking about You can tell them by their powdered wigs Those awful sourkrauts and should you see those creatures, man You’d better give a shout

Music & lyrics ©1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson I’m glad that you told me They could have controlled me And now we must Make sure, that we are not Bored by Them. Bored by Them. Boredom is their weapon We must intercept them Should they play their music You sick, me sick How can we defend ourselves? Everyone’s in panic Pacific to Atlantic Everybody grab an Axe! Baroquans are maniacs! We must not appease them Grab their necks and squeeze them We must listen to the facts Regarding Baroquans attacks Squeeze them, oohhh, what do we do? We have Baroquans on our backs (on our backs! get Baroquans...) Someday I know Baroquans will go They’ll go away but for today We have Baroquans on our backs (on our backs) We have Baroquans on our backs I hope they Stay away....

Baroquans: Cozy Palace Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson I need a place where I’ll be cozy Where the neighbors aren’t nosy I think I will move to someplace new I’ve walked around for days, days & days I fear that I am losing my ways I need a place to go And a place to settle into. Strange I’m feeling worried What a strange place Have you heard the Baroquans Those strange and evil aliens Have been reported meeting in this area? Strange I’m feeling worried What is going on If I were you, I’d be frightened He is a Baroquan! Now I’m really worried But tell me how did you know? I saw him on the news They were was wearing funny shoes Oh no! I though eh was a forest ranger I did not know of the danger Aliens from outer space create He said he’s not from outer space His story's always changing I’ve heard rumors of a Choir Army they’re arranging. Very very very very strange.

Music & Lyrics ©1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson Although I don’t believe in Misfortune It’s my duty to tell you it’s true... cut... cut.. What's the words... I'm sorry I forgot the words... OK

Music & lyrics ©1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson Although I don’t believe in Misfortune It’s my duty to tell you it’s true We must get our revenge against the Baroquans If it’s the last thing we do All our men have been trained by the experts To do whatever they have to do They will beat Baroquans until they are broken If it’s the last thing they do We got a million fighting men or maybe two million We can’t be hurt We’ll take the Army Choir and push them in the dirt The dirt Although I don’t believe in Misfortune For Baroquans I think that it’s fair They’ve made such a disgrace of this wonderful place Let’s get them away from here We got a million fighting men or maybe two million We can’t be hurt We’ll take the Army Choir and push them in the dirt The dirt And now all of us must start by helping Help to save ourselves from Baroquans For their terrible curse is just making things worse And it’s worse things like this I can’t stand We got a million fighting men or maybe two million We can’t be hurt We’ll take the Army Choir and push them in the dirt The dirt And now it is time, time to help fight We’ll help you fight!! We’ll help you fight!! We’ll help you We’ll help you fight!! We’ll help you fight!! We’ll help you... We’ll kill Baroquans

Music & Lyrics ©1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson I’m glad that you told me They could have controlled me And now we must Make sure, that we are not Bored by Them. Bored by Them. Boredom is their weapon We must intercept them Should they play their music You sick, me sick How can we defend ourselves?

Music & Lyrics ©1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson Everyone’s in panic Pacific to Atlantic Everybody grab an Axe! Baroquans are maniacs! We must not appease them Grab their necks and squeeze them We must listen to the facts Regarding Baroquans attacks Squeeze them, oohhh, what do we do? We have Baroquans on our backs (on our backs! get Baroquans...) Someday I know Baroquans will go They’ll go away but for today We have Baroqunas on our backs (on our backs) We have Baroquans on our backs I hope they Stay away....

Baroquans: Fugue Time Music & Lyrics ©1672, 1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson We’re Baroquans yes we are Baroquans yes we are A race from space with no place Aliens that torture humans And we well have no mercy when we do And then we will bore you bore you bore you And then we’ve captured you you see... ..why we are called the Baroquans We may not ever work again And we will bore you til sundown Because by then we’ll be run down That’s why we never lurk ‘Cos if we do, we’d never work ...and that is why we are Baroquans... And so you see why we are called the Baroquans We may not ever work again And we will bore you til sundown Because by then we’ll be run down That’s why we never lurk ‘Cos if we do, we’d never work ...and that is why we are Baroquans...

Music & Lyrics ©1672, 1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson Baroquans: Cozy Palace Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson I need a place where I’ll be cozy Where the neighbors aren’t nosy I think I will move to someplace new I’ve walked around for days, days & days I fear that I am losing my ways I need a place to go And a place to settle into. Strange I’m feeling worried What a strange place Have you heard the Baroquans Those strange and evil aliens Have been reported meeting in this area? Strange I’m feeling worried What is going on If I were you, I’d be frightened He is a Baroquan! Now I’m really worried But tell me how did you know? I saw him on the news They were was wearing funny shoes Oh no! I though eh was a forest ranger I did not know of the danger Aliens from outer space create He said he’s not from outer space His story's always changing I’ve heard rumors of a Choir Army they’re arranging. Very very very very strange. Bored by Them Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson I’m glad that you told me They could have controlled me And now we must Make sure, that we are not Bored by Them. Bored by Them. Boredom is their weapon We must intercept them Should they play their music You sick, me sick How can we defend ourselves? A ray from Heaven will save all of us on Earth I’m certain Don’t count on Heaven, that is where these monsters came from. I hope they Stay away The Baroquans are on the loose again You’d better all watch out Their eyes have turned chartreuse again ‘Cos they’re lurking about You can tell them by their powdered wigs Those awful sourkrauts and should you see those creatures, man You’d better give a shout Eveyone’s In Panic Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson Everyone’s in panic Pacific to Atlantic Everybody grab an Axe! Baroquans are maniacs! We must not appease them Grab their necks and squeeze them We must listen to the facts Regarding Baroquans attacks Squeeze them, oohhh, what do we do? We have Baroquans on our backs (on our backs! get Baroquans...) Someday I know Baroquans will go They’ll go away but for today We have Baroquans on our backs (on our backs) We have Baroquans on our backs I hope they Stay away.... Baroquans: Fugue Time Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson We’re Baroquans yes we are Baroquans yes we are A race from space with no place Aliens that torture humans And we well have no mercy when we do And then we will bore you bore you bore you And then we’ve captured you you see... ..why we are called the Baroquans We may not ever work again And we will bore you til sundown Because by then we’ll be run down That’s why we never lurk ‘Cos if we do, we’d never work ...and that is why we are Baroquans... And so you see why we are called the Baroquans We may not ever work again And we will bore you til sundown Because by then we’ll be run down That’s why we never lurk ‘Cos if we do, we’d never work ...and that is why we are Baroquans...

Music & Lyrics ©1672, 1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson Baroquans: Cozy Palace Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson I need a place where I’ll be cozy Where the neighbors aren’t nosy I think I will move to someplace new I’ve walked around for days, days & days I fear that I am losing my ways I need a place to go And a place to settle into. Strange I’m feeling worried What a strange place Have you heard the Baroquans Those strange and evil aliens Have been reported meeting in this area? Strange I’m feeling worried What is going on If I were you, I’d be frightened He is a Baroquan! Now I’m really worried But tell me how did you know? I saw him on the news They were was wearing funny shoes Oh no! I though eh was a forest ranger I did not know of the danger Aliens from outer space create He said he’s not from outer space His story's always changing I’ve heard rumors of a Choir Army they’re arranging. Very very very very strange. Bored by Them Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson I’m glad that you told me They could have controlled me And now we must Make sure, that we are not Bored by Them. Bored by Them. Boredom is their weapon We must intercept them Should they play their music You sick, me sick How can we defend ourselves? A ray from Heaven will save all of us on Earth I’m certain Don’t count on Heaven, that is where these monsters came from. I hope they Stay away The Baroquans are on the loose again You’d better all watch out Their eyes have turned chartreuse again ‘Cos they’re lurking about You can tell them by their powdered wigs Those awful sourkrauts and should you see those creatures, man You’d better give a shout Eveyone’s In Panic Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson Everyone’s in panic Pacific to Atlantic Everybody grab an Axe! Baroquans are maniacs! We must not appease them Grab their necks and squeeze them We must listen to the facts Regarding Baroquans attacks Squeeze them, oohhh, what do we do? We have Baroquans on our backs (on our backs! get Baroquans...) Someday I know Baroquans will go They’ll go away but for today We have Baroquans on our backs (on our backs) We have Baroquans on our backs I hope they Stay away.... Baroquans: Fugue Time Music & lyrics ©1975 by Robert Davidson We’re Baroquans yes we are Baroquans yes we are A race from space with no place Aliens that torture humans And we well have no mercy when we do And then we will bore you bore you bore you And then we’ve captured you you see... ..why we are called the Baroquans We may not ever work again And we will bore you til sundown Because by then we’ll be run down That’s why we never lurk ‘Cos if we do, we’d never work ...and that is why we are Baroquans... And so you see why we are called the Baroquans We may not ever work again And we will bore you til sundown Because by then we’ll be run down That’s why we never lurk ‘Cos if we do, we’d never work ...and that is why we are Baroquans...

Happy Time reprise: Music & Lyrics ©1975, 2013 by Robert Davidson I was walking down a happy road When a happy birdie said “Tweet, tweet, tweet” All: In the happiest way! Happiest Girl: And now I”m happy And I have no worries And all I need are the little birdies Birdies: Tweet, tweet tweet! Happiest Girl: What would I do if they all went away I wish they all would come outside to play Birdies: Tweet, tweet tweet! Happiest Girl: So I took one and put it in a cage Now I am the happiest girl for my age Birdies: Tweet, tweet tweet! Happiest Girl: Happy, happy Birdies: Tweet, tweet tweet! Happiest Girl: Happy, happy Birdies: Tweet, tweet tweet!