Won’t you please come get your baby, Maybe. So, maybe now this prayer’s the last one of its kind. So, maybe now it’s time, and maybe when I wake, They’ll be there calling me “Baby,” Maybe Betcha he reads, betcha she sews, Maybe she’s made me a closet of clothes, Maybe they’re strict, as straight as a line, Don’t really care as long as they’re mine. Betcha they’re good, why shouldn’t they be? They’re one mistake was givin’ up me. Betcha they’re young, betcha they’re smart, Bet they collect things like ash trays and art. Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill, She’s sittin’ playing pianah, He’s sittin’ payin’ a bill. Song: Maybe (company) Maybe far away, or maybe real nearby, He may be pouring her coffee, She may be straight’ning his tie. page 1 Annie, Junior Practice Script Book by Thomas Meehan -‐ Music by Charles Strouse Lyrics by Martin Charnin _ “Santa Claus,” what’s that? Who’s he? No one cares for you a smidge When you’re in an orphanage! It’s the hard-‐knock life, It’s the hard-‐knock life, It’s the hard-‐knock life! Narrator 4: The orphans were working hard on scrubbing the floors, washing the sheets when Annie heard Molly crying Annie: What’s the matter Molly? Molly: Sometimes I feel like I’m never going to get a family to adopt me Annie: Don’t worry Molly, they’re out there they just haven’t found their way to you yet. No one’s there when your dreams at night get creepy No one cares if you grow or if you shrink! No one dries when your eyes get wet an’ weepy! From the cryin’, you would think this place’d sink! Ohhhhhhhh! Empty belly life! Rotten, smelly life! Full-‐of-‐sorrow life! No tomorrow life! Santa Claus, we never see.
Song: It’s the Hard Knock Life (company) All Orphans: It’s the hard-‐knock life for us! It’s the hard-‐knock life for us! ‘Steada treated -‐ We get tricked! ‘Steada kisses -‐ We get kicked! It’s the hard knock life! Got no folks to speak of, so, It’s the hard-‐knock row we hoe! Cotton blankets ‘Steada wool Empty bellies ‘Steada full! It’s the hard knock life! Don’t it feel like the wind is always howlin’? Don’t is seem like there’s never any light? Once a day, don’t you wanna throw the towel in? It’s easier than puttin’ up a fight. (MISS HANNIGAN enters and catches her) Miss Hannigan: Aha! Caught you! Get up and do your chores! Make this dump shine like the top of the Chrysler Building.
Kate: Annie, what are you doing? Annie: Runnin’ away.
Narrator 2: We’re smack dab in the middle of the Great Depression in the city of New York. Annie, Junior Practice Script Book by Thomas Meehan -‐ Music by Charles Strouse Lyrics by Martin Charnin _ Scene 1: The New York City Orphanage Narrator 1: The time is 1933.
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