The lights go down on some dark theater in London
Ooh, for the cruelest comedy
The audience hold their breath
They freeze and dare not look away
Ooh, it's the cruelest comedy

The actors stumble on, with masks but no real plot
There are no exit signs and all the doors are locked
The compere jumps up
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so glad that you've heard
Of the blackest, black comedy from the house of the absurd

The orchestra strike up a song that no one's heard of
A storyline that no one knows to sing
This cabaret must never end, a dozen roses no one sends
Ooh, the cruelest comedy

The stage is draped palest, palest bitter blue
And from the wings and right on cue
The compere jumps up
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so glad that you heard
Of the blackest, black comedy from the house of the absurd

And it's, ladies and gentlemen, will you please walk this way
For the last and only performance of the cruelest cabaret
The blackest, black comedy from the Theater of the Absurd Writer/s: Graham McPherson
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