Lyrics: Jonathan Larson
Music: Jonathan Larson
JOANNE, spoken: Mark?
MARK, spoken: Hi
JOANNE: I told her not to call you
MARK: That's Maureen, but can I help since I'm here
JOANNE, spoken: I've hired an engineer
MARK, spoken: Great! Well then, nice to have...
JOANNE, spoken: Wait! She's 3 hours late
JOANNE: The samples won’t delay but the cable-
MARK: There’s another way… Say something, anything
JOANNE: Test 1,2,3
MARK: Anything but that
JOANNE: This is weird
MARK: It’s weird
JOANNE: Very weird
MARK: ****ing weird
JOANNE: I’m so mad that I don’t know what to do
Fighting with microphones
Freezing down to my bones
And to top it all off I’m with you
MARK: Feel like going insane
Got a fire in your brain
And you’re thinking of drinking gasoline
JOANNE: As a matter of fact
MARK: Honey, I know this act
It’s called the Tango: Maureen
The Tango: Maureen!
It’s a dark, dizzy, merry go round
As she keeps you dangling (JOANNE: you’re wrong)
Your heart she is mangling (JOANNE: it’s different with me)
And you toss and you turn cause her cold eyes can burn
Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound
JOANNE: I think I know what you mean
BOTH: The Tango: Maureen
MARK: Has she ever pouted her lips and called you “Pookie?”
JOANNE: Never
MARK: Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?
JOANNE: This is spooky
Did you swoon when she walked through the door?
MARK: Every time, so be....cautious
JOANNE: Did she moon over other boys?
MARK: More than moon
JOANNE: I’m getting nauseous
MARK: It’s hard to do this backwards
JOANNE: You should try it in heels
JOANNE: She cheated
MARK: She cheated
JOANNE: Maureen cheated
MARK: ****ing cheated
JOANNE: I’m defeated, I should give up right now
MARK: Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might
JOANNE: I’d fall for her still anyhow
BOTH: When you’re dancing her dance
You don’t stand a chance
Her grip of romance makes you fall
MARK: So you think might as well
JOANNE: Dance a tango to hell
BOTH: At least I’ll have tangoed at all
The Tango: Maureen
Gotta dance ‘til your diva is through
You pretend to believe her
Cause in the end you can’t leave her
But the end it will come
Still you have to play dumb
‘Til you're glum and you bum and turn blue
MARK: Why do we love when she’s mean
JOANNE: And she can be so obscene
MARK, spoken: Try the mic
JOANNE, spoken: My Maureen
MARK, spoken: Patched!
JOANNE, spoken: Thanks!
MARK, spoken: You know, I feel great now!
JOANNE, spoken: I feel lousy
BOTH: The Tango: Maureen