Sometimes musical theatre is just too dangerous
Go, Greased Lightnin’…now stop! I said stop!
You’re tearin’ up the woodwinds’ aisle!
I’ll race! to feel the wind in my face
And I’ll race! to feel alive
And I’ll race!
To feel like I own this place!
And I’ll race until I die!
And I’ll race against the other racers!
And I’ll race with one big shout!
And I’ll race against the clock!
And I’ll race against myself!
And I’ll race …