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Ye Olde Disclaimer: Starlight Express is the property of Andrew Lloyd Webber and RUG! Also, there might be some things blatantly wrong with this on account that I've only heard the soundtrack, never seen the show. ReBoot, as I'm sure ALL of you know, belongs to Mainframe Entertainment. I just borrowed this all and I promise I won't break them! *wink*
Oh yeah... and Siadea the Nutso Trombone Player appears with her permission. *g* (Yes, kiddies, she really does exist, and yes, she really does act like that. Scary, huh?)
Control - Enzo
[We begin in a darkened theatre. Out of the inky blackness comes a voice.]
Dot: Everyone got their costume protocols downloaded?
Chorus of Voices: Yes, Ms. Matrix/Dot/Sis/Ma’am.
Dot: Good.
ACT ONE
[The music starts up and, with the light still off, we hear…]
Enzo: This is Control! This is Control! Tonight is the most important night in the history of the Net! Take your seats for the Internet Championship Railroad Race! Trains to your tracks. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Trains GONE! Four trains going for two final places. Matrix and Gavin are the early leaders with Mike the TV pressing in third. This is turning into a real grudge match! And here’s a surprise – look at that Raytracer go!
[The sound of a knock at the door]
Dot: Put those trains away.
Enzo: Oh, Sis… just five more minutes?
Dot: Put those trains away and get into bed!
Enzo: But…
Dot: No buts.
Enzo: Starlight Express, Starlight Express – are you real? Yes or no? Starlight Express, Starlight Express…
[His voice fades out as the music slows and stops. The light slowly come on as Enzo’s voice continues in a whisper and the music slowly grows in intricately and volume; each “engine” comes out at Enzo introduces them; each of the “engines” is wearing roller skates except Frisket]
Enzo: This is Control. This is Control. Tonight is race night. Let’s hear it for the champion engines of the Net! From Dot’s Diner – the 120 mile per hour Sudest. The power of the Sudest – Cecil!
Cecil: That is CES-cil!
Enzo: From the Net – the Settebello – powered by the Captain of the Saucy Mare – Gavin Capacitor! From G-Prime – right on time – the Inter-Continental Express – powered by Herr Doktor. From just outside the Diner – as fast as possible – the Trans-Siberian Express – powered by Frisket!
[Frisket goes running across the stage towards the backstage area where Enzo is standing; we hear a loud “THUD” and Enzo pleading Frisket to get back onstage; he complies finally]
Enzo: [sounding a tad winded] From Bob’s Apartment – the Shinkanssen Bullet Train – the power of the bullet – Mike the TV!
Mike: [comes flying out onstage in his roller skates] Thank you, thank you! My adoring fans!
Enzo: Also from G-Prime – battling through the wrong kind of technical difficulties – the Viral Train – powered by Megabyte!
[Megabyte comes skating out, slips, and falls into the orchestra pit, cursing all the while]
Enzo: [without missing a beat] The trombone player announces a delay in the arrival of the Viral Train. This is due to… difficulties.
Siadea: You squashed my trombone, you stupid virus! YOU’RE PAYING FOR THAT!
[Megabyte goes frantically skating out of the theatre with an irate trombone player on his heels]
Enzo: And, home from the Games, the reigning champion! The greatest Renegade in Mainframe history – the Union Pacific! Powered by – MATRIX!
[Matrix comes rolling out, doing far better on his roller skates than one would have expected – and going along with this more than one would have expected]
Matrix & Other Engines:
[the music lowers in volume and everyone gets quiet as we hear a voice off in the distance]
Raytracer: Woo woo, woo woo, nobody can do it like a search engine…
Engines: It's Ray! Split, hide…
Matrix: Out of the way. Anyone can do it to a search engine.
Raytracer: Woo woo, woo woo, nobody can do it like a search engine.
Engines: You going in for the race, search engine? Should do – nobody can do it like a search engine.
Matrix: Who can do it like a search engine?
Engines: He said nobody, so he's nobody. Hi, nobody! Nobody – search engine! That'll teach you to show some respect for a Renegade – cause the renegade's gonna win it. Okay, Raytracer?
Matrix: Okay, search engine?
Engines: Okay, Raytracer?
[the engines and Matrix leave, and Raytracer stands alone on the stage, save for the coaches – AndrAIa, Dot, Hexadecimal, and Mouse; once more the music picks up as Raytracer sings in definace]
Raytracer: Call me Raytracer if you like
Coaches: Come on Ray, come on Ray, come on Ray!
Raytracer: This is not the dream I dreamed when they first activated my code
Coaches: Listen to this big shot talking he seems to imply
Mouse: Ray, you can not believe all that stuff
Coaches: You mustn't go racing you're not tough enough
Raytracer: Call me Raytracer if you dare
Coaches: Hello Ray, good boy Ray, hello Ray, good boy Ray
Raytracer: Call me Raytracer – I don't care!
Coaches: Ray, you can't be serious
Raytracer: I am strong
Hexadecimal: And belong! You gotta have speed
Raytracer: I have…
Mouse: What you need is a mixture of strength, of power and guts
Raytracer: But Mouse, you said you'd go with me
Mouse: But that was ages ago… Ah have to feel more…
Coaches: We have to feel more
Mouse: Ah need to be sure that you’re the right one for me!
All: A lotta locomotion, that’s what we need!
[Hexadecimal takes the front, looking quite pleased with herself]
Hexadecimal: Like me, I’m Hex, I’m the local virus
[Hexadecimal goes to the back reluctantly and Dot comes forward, also looking like she’s enjoying herself]
Dot: Dot Matrix at your service, ever on the call
[Dot smirks at the audience and lets AndrAIa have the floor]
AndrAIa: My name’s AndrAIa, Game sprite outside a Game
[Dot raises her eyebrows a bit at AndrAIa’s choice of wording; Mouse and Hexadecimal just laugh]
All: A lotta locomotion, that’s what we need!
[Mouse sashays to the front, causing the others to roll their eyes]
Mouse: My name’s Mouse, Ah’m a lil Suthun gal
Other Three: Now whatcha gonna do?
Mouse: Ah think Ah’ll stay with you!
All: A lotta locomotion, that’s what we need!
[From offstange, the “freight trucks” start to come out, the “coaches” are less than pleased]
Dot: Oh no!
AndrAIa: Oh shucks!
Mouse: It’s the freight trains.
Hexadecimal: The dumb trucks!
AndrAIa: Forty tons of empty RAM.
Dot: The lights are on –
Hexadecimal: But nobody’s online!
AndrAIa: Let’s show them who’s boss!
Dot: Let’s play a joke.
Mouse: Yeah, let’s have some fun!
Hexadecimal: Let’s have a smoke!
Dot: What kind of example is this setting for our young viewers?
Hexadecimal: [looks to imaginary camera] Remember kids – Hexadecimal says NO to smoking and other drugs.
Mouse: Things that the anti-drug campaigns nevah tried…
Dot: Here they come…
AndrAIa: To fill our station…
Mouse: With witty, sparklin’, conversation!
[The freight trucks – Mr. Pearson, Al’s Waiter, Al, Cyrus, Hack, and Slash – enter]
Trucks: Binomes are great!
Mouse: That’s brilliant!
Trucks: Binomes are great!
AndrAIa: Don’t you wish you’d thought of that?
Trucks: We work for our homes cause we are binomes
Hack: Hey, Slash, old buddy, how does that work? We aren’t binomes…
Slash: Yes we are, we are for this.
Hack: No we aren’t! We are playing a role…
Slash: And the role says that we are binomes! So therefore we are.
Hack: No we are not, we are just pretending. I do not wish to be a binome.
Al: What!?
Trucks: And binomes are great!
Dot: One more time!
Trucks: Binomes are great!
Hexadecimal: Did you think of that all by yourselves?
Trucks: Binomes are great!
Mouse: It’s so profound.
Trucks: We never sulk – we hulk the bulk.
Hack: I do not hulk.
Slash: But you sulk!
Hack: I do not!
Slash: Yes you do, I’ve seen you. You sulk a lot.
Trucks: Cause binomes are great!
Dot: Well, I certainly learned something today.
Mr. Pearson: So did I! Never to let you drag me into these crazy ideas of yours!
Trucks: We never make a fuss.
Hack: Slash keeps making a fuss.
Slash: You start everything!
Hack: I do not. I start nothing. I merely wished to point out that you were making a fuss…
Trucks: We take the loads from off the roads
And binomes are great
Mouse: You just listen to what the coach says.
Coaches: Couldn’t stand gravel and sand
Hexadecimal: Virus.
Mouse: Whatevah.
Trucks: Binomes are great!
Trucks/Coaches:
Enzo: Control, Control! You binomes and data sprites just cut it out! Binomes will identify themselves. One binomes!
Mr. Pearson: I am Pearson, there’s lots like me…
Al’s Waiter: I’m Al’s Waiter…
Al: Whaaaat!?
Mr. Pearson & Al’s Waiter: The only time we get sick inside
Trucks: Binomes are great!
Enzo: Hack, your turn…
Hack: I’m Hack – what you looking at?
Trucks: Binomes are great!
Slash: Even though we are not binomes…
Enzo: Slash, you’re turn.
Hack: Slash, that’s you mate.
Enzo: C’mon! SLASH!
Slash: My name is Slash, I am not a binome!
Mr. Pearson & Al’s Waiter: Indeed, you’re too incredibly random!
Slash: I’m not random, just a little slow!
Hack & Slash: Just us two travelin’ around the system
Cyrus: At the back on every evil, nasty slander
Freight: Hello, Cyrus!
Cyrus: Hello
Trucks: Binomes are great!
Coaches: They’re strong and silent!
Al: What!?
Mr. Pearson & Al’s Waiter: [regarding Hack and Slash] Those two of us may not be a genius
[The music picks up to a different tune and we see some new “train cars” enter – Princess Bula, Turbo, and Mr. Christopher; Dot and Hexadecimal quickly skate over to join them, tapping their icons to change into their other costumes]
Enzo: Oh, boy, a late entry! A SUPERSTAR challenger! These must be his minders!
Mouse: [pointing at Turbo] He’s got a gun!
Turbo: [rolls eyes] Halt. I am Turbo, Bob’s armaments truck.
Mr. Pearson: Bob’s Electra!? Who did the casting for this!?
AndrAIa: Don’t. Ask.
Turbo: We ask the questions. [smirks, apparently liking his character a tad more]
Bula: I am Bula – Bob’s repair truck.
Slash: This Bob must be rich to have his own repair truck!
Hack: Or unreliable…
[Mouse glances at Hack and Slash and sees that they really are clueless as to who “Bob” is; she sighs and shakes her head]
Mr. Christopher: [nervously] I am Mr. Christopher, Bob’s money truck. Bob is rich. Switch your allegiance to Bob.
Mouse: Ah’ve got to say, “Bob” just doesn’t have the same ring to it as “Electra”.
Dot: I am Volta – Bob’s freezer truck.
Mouse: So, sugah, that’s what you use for a screen name! [evil smirk]
Dot: Well, I couldn’t very well use my real name for BOTH parts, now could I?
Hexadecimal: I am Joule, Bob’s DYNAMITE truck!
Dot: Bob is cool.
Hexadecimal: Bob is hot!
Mouse: Bob is enjoyin’ this…
Dot: Cool!
Hexadecimal: Hot!
Both: A megastar, a megawatt. Rich, hot, powerful. Rich, hot, cool. Rich, hot, powerful. Rich, hot, cool.
AndrAIa: I thought he was broke…
Turbo: Clear Bob – verify
Princess Bula: Go to Bob – load
Hexadecimal: Shift Bob
Dot: Space Bob
Mr. Christopher: Enter Bob – Run Bob – Confirm, confirm, enter
Mouse: [groans as Bob comes out] Oh, no! He’s going to have to SING! EVERYBODY PLUG YOUR EARS!
Bob: [shakes his head and starts singing, perfectly in key]
[everyone is staring at him]
Bob: [smirks] Voice upgrades, gotta love them. Should’ve thought of this a long time ago…
Mouse: [snorts] Don’t you WISH, sugah.
Bob: [glaring at her] I can switch and change my frequency!
[Before Mouse can continue to ridicule him about his song, the music changes once again and Dot and Hex quickly change back into their previous costumes as Matrix reenters]
Enzo: Oh boy – here comes trouble! It’s the reigning champion!
Coaches: [trying not to laugh] It’s Matrix, it’s Matrix, Matrix the Renegade! Choose me, Matrix, race with ME!
AndrAIa: Back off, girls! He’s MINE! [tries to hold back her laughter]
Matrix: Here comes the Renegade
Coaches: Well, he’s the one they’ll choose
Mouse: [laughs] He’s a work of somethin’…
AndrAIa: Don’t make me poke you, Mouse.
Coaches: The undisputed leader of the Rolling Stock!
Matrix & Coaches:
Matrix/Coaches:
Matrix: I’m knocking, said I’m knocking, you know I’m knocking – hear me knock!
Man – I’m so beautiful.
[The coaches fall over laughing]
Matrix: I’m Pumping Iron!
[By now, all the trains are out on stage as they all face off, arguing about the race]
Matrix: [to Bob] You, you’re overloaded!
Bob: I’m electric, taking over!
Matrix: You’ll have to beat ME!
AndrAIa: Take on HIM!
Matrix & AndrAIa: Take on me/him!
Turbo/Bula/Mr. Christopher: Electricity is taking charge.
Bob: I will enter – I will win!
Matrix: You’ll never win, you’ll never win!
Cecil: It will be me!
Raytracer: Listen to me. Listen to me!
Herr Doktar: What was that hiss?
Raytracer: I’m going to enter!
Captain Capacitor: Who is this?
[Everyone waits for Megabyte to enter; he skates madly onstage, looking over his shoulder, appearing rather paranoid; taking a deep breath, he says his line]
Megabyte: It’s one of those ridiculous new models – it’s that blasted Raytracer!
Siadea: [running onstage] Get back here, you trombone killer! AND DON’T TALK ABOUT MY RAY LIKE THAT!
[Megabyte skates away in panic again, Siadea still following him]
Frisket: [whines, trying to say “He’s going to race”]
Mike the TV: He’s going to lose face! [to audience] Raytracer’s dramatic humiliation at the race – tonight at ten!
Raytracer: [annoyed] I’m going to enter. I’ll be victorious. I’m going to win!
Turbo: Now, how do you know that?
Raytracer: [grins] I read the script.
Raytracer/Engines:
All: Beware of the sprite intent on avenging
[Everyone but the coaches and Raytracer leaves and the music picks up to pop-song level!]
Raytracer: Where I go the rest better follow
Coaches: Crazy – can you believe him?
Raytracer: You know I’m crazy – yeah!
Coaches: Crazy – can you believe him?
Raytracer: Hold on tight, I’ll speed up the surfbaud
Mouse: Till someone better comes along! [laughs]
Coaches: Crazy – can you believe him?
Raytracer: You know I’m crazy – yeah!
Coaches: Crazy – can you believe him?
[the other coaches go off and Raytracer notices that Mouse is looking a tad out of it]
Raytracer: What's wrong, Mouse? Got no partner?
Mouse: No.
Raytracer: It’s okay! I'll take you -
Mouse: No Ray – Ah know you mean to be kind…
Raytracer: You'd rather have no one than to be seen racing behind me?
Mouse: You don't understand, why don't you see?
Raytracer: Well, I’m a search engine, maybe I could be the sprite of your dreams…
Mouse: Can you whistle?
Raytracer: Sure I can [whistles softly]
Mouse: Yes it's close… but it's not like in my dreams. Sorry, Ray, Ah know how it must seem. No one else can take his place.
[as she says this, the music speeds up from it’s lulling melody and Mouse becomes more animated as she tells her story]
Mouse: Woo woo, woo woo
[everyone comes onstage, scattering into the places for the first race]
Enzo: Heat one. Heat one. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… Trains gone! Four trains going for two final places… Matrix and Captain Capacitor are the early leaders with Mike the TV pressing in third! Woah… not anymore! Mike just took a nasty crash… I don’t think what Matrix just did was in the rulebook! No one messes with him! Up the nursery slope – it’s still Matrix, but the Captain’s looking god! Oooooooh… it’s the double whammy from Bob and Matrix! Across the high level, it’s Matrix, Bob, Mike the TV, and Captain Capacitor. Mike passes Bob… Mike passes Matrix! Mike’s gotta win! Oh no! He’s overdone it! Mike crashes! Winner of heat one! Matrix the Renegade with Bob in second place! Matrix and Bob have a place in the final!
AndrAIa: That was cheating! What you did to him there wasn't fair!
Matrix: Hey, come on, we won. Quit that kind of talk - you take care!
AndrAIa: No, I must say it, it just isn't fair!
Matrix: OK, that does it, I'm giving you air! From now on, Miss Wonderful, go preach at someone new – you race with me, you use my rules. You had your chance, you blew it, so we're through!
AndrAIa: Oh, Matrix!!
[as everyone leaves the stage, the lights go up on Phong and the Rockies – Mr. Pearson, Al’s Waiter, and Al]
Mr. Pearson: Hey, Phong's gonna sing. Hush up, ye rude whippersnappers, Phong's gonna sing! Phong don't sing often…
Mr. Pearson & Al’s Waiter: But he do sing mean.
Al: What!?
Phong: Oh, first line of the blues is always sung a second time
Dot: [offstage] I knew this was coming…
Phong: [shrugs and looks over at Raytracer as he enters] Young Ray, why you looking sad?
Raytracer: I’ve got no hope.
Phong: What do you mean? I taught you all that I know.
Raytracer: I know.
Phong: You'll surprise them when it's your turn to go.
Raytracer: No sir. I lost the girl I thought I had.
Rockies: What, Mouse?
Raytracer: Yeah, Mouse. I went and asked her to race with me.
Phong: She said no?
Raytracer: And so did the rest, I knew that they would.
Phong: Oh, no. We could find another…
Rockies: Yes sir, we could!
Raytracer: No way. Phong, listen, it's too late.
Phong: Raytracer, you have got no faith! I told you, you could be a champion! You like the rest, you just blind.
Raytracer: No, no, I see fine. I see without a coach I’ve got no chance in the race.
Phong: Look behind you. What do you see?
Raytracer: Nothing but an old sleeping search engine…
[Raytracer jumps a bit as Maxine smacks him]
Phong: You’ve got an alarm bell?
Raytracer: I do…
Phong: Then ring it, boy!
Rockies: Ring that bell!
Rusty: I can't race with Maxine! She’s, well… [mutters] Old.
Maxine: Looks and youth ain't everything
Enzo: Control! Control! Thirty seconds to close of entries for heat two! Engines report!
[Everyone comes back on for the second heat of the race]
Enzo: Control! Control! Heat two! Trains to your tracks! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… Trains gone! They’ve set out for the second heat and Phong’s in back and struggling. He’s on the crossing! Look out, Phong! Still Cecil with Frisket coming in second, but Cecil leaves the pooch in the dust! Oh, no, Cecil, you’ve lost your coach! That puts Herr Doktor in the lead, but Frisket isn’t having any of that! Frisket leads! Woah, Phong shows Frisket that he still packs a punch! Phong’s taking the lead, but Slash takes him wide, letting Herr Doktor through! It’s Herr Doktor, Frisket, Cecil, and Phong coming out of the high level… and Herr Doktor stops! This is getting really mean! Cecil slips through to take the lead, Phong’s turning on the power as they approach the tunnel… The old guy does it! Winner of heat two – Phong with Cecil in second place! Phong and Cecil have a place in the final!
[everyone exits the stage once more, leaving Raytracer alone]
Raytracer: When your goodnights have been said and you are lying in bed
END ACT ONE
Rusty – Raytracer
Pearl – Mouse
Buffy/Volta/Control’s Mother – Dot
Greaseball (USA) – Matrix
Electra – Bob
Ashley/Joule – Hexadecimal
Dinah – AndrAIa
Wrench – Princess Bula
Bobo (France) – Cecil
Espresso (Italy) – Captain Capacitor
Nintendo (Japan) – Mike the TV
Turnov (Russia) – Frisket
Prince of Wales (Great Britain) – Megabyte
Krupp – Turbo
Purse – Mr. Christopher
Rocky I – Mr. Pearson
Rocky II – Al’s Waiter
Rocky III – Al
Poppa/Starlight Express – Phong
Ruhrgold (Germany) – Herr Doktor
Flat-Top – Hack
Dustin – Slash
CB – Cyrus
Belle – Maxine
I’m just the fastest thing you’ll ever see
That streak of lightning you just missed was me
Don’t stop now – we’ve got to keep it rollin’ all night!
Rolling Stock! Rolling Stock!
If you’ve got no wheels, you don’t know how it feels
Rolling Stock! Rolling Stock!
You’ve got no lovers if you’ve got no wheels
Don’t try to show you can go faster than me
This is my back view and it’s all you’ll see
Don’t stop now – we’ve got to keep it rollin’ all night!
Rolling Stock! We’re Rolling Stock!
So get the motion in your wheels somehow
The racing action’s starting here and now
Don’t stop now – we’ve got to keep it rollin’ all night!
Rolling Stock! We’re Rolling Stock!
Search engine’s what I am and Raytracer's my name
Surfin’ the Web right on down to Mainframe
Call me Raytracer if you like
Call me Ray if you must
It isn't nice but I admit that it fits
For a WebSurfr like myself made of pixel bits
Call me Raytracer if you like
Tons of lovely ladies behind me, certain I must’ve broke the mold
Surfing and skimming, at nobody's call
Saving a system never occurred in my vision at all
But when they start the racing and you notice the aquamarine
You know it's me that's moving on
And proving you should listen to your dream
Call me Raytracer if you dare
Cause when you see me on the finishing line
And when I take the place that's rightfully mine
Call me Raytracer if you dare
All the others will just move over and let him by
You'll either be a hundred miles away at the back
Or worse they'll find you scattered in a million little pieces round the track
Cause when you see me on the finishing line
And when I take the place that's rightfully mine
Call me Ray
You'll go in for the race? You gotta be strong
You've gotta have more where it counts!
We need to be certain – we need to be sure
From a locomotive who can take the lead
From Lost Angles to the Energy Sea
Locomotion’s gonna carry me
I’ve tried to change my habits but I’m oh so used to chaos
I know that if I don’t give up I might get in real hot water
But life’s so boring, and when I’m bored…
Boy, I need to make some trouble!
I’ll always be on hand if you need anything at all
A little bit of planning always does the trick
Come on by the Diner
My shakes are really good and quick!
That plus Game hopping’s my one real claim to fame
My patience is nearly infinite, Matrix knows that well
But threaten those I care about – whoo, boy, I’ll give you hell!
If we are ever going to get up speed
From Lost Angles to the Energy Sea
Locomotion’s gonna carry me
My katanas and myself used to be my only pal
Then Ah ended up here, totally changed my point of view…
If we are ever gonna get up speed
From Lost Angles to the Energy Sea
Locomotion’s gonna carry me!
Being ignored, not being adored
Nobody complaining when we were late again!
I should loathe being a binome; far to short for me to see!
Got to be a living breathing, alphanumeric data sprite!
Binomes are great!
Binomes/Couldn’t stand gravel and sand, being ignored, not being adored
Are great/Nobody complaining when we were late again
We work for our homes/ I should loathe being a binome; far to short for me to see!
And binomes are great/ Got to be a living breathing, alphanumeric data sprite!
Is when someone belittles our size
We just wait for the right opportunity to come
And take out their kneecaps – now we’re eye level, bum!
Yeah, those are weapons – what’s wrong with that?
I’m pretty sure I’m the red one and that that is Slash
Look at it this way, at least we don’t clash!
It’s not my fault that for brains they checked ‘no’!
Praying to the user we won’t get dismantled again
Games and Hex’s power
Do things they didn’t oughter
Keep us in one piece, please!
I'm right behind them all
Can I be of help to bring about someone’s downfall?
Then simply call Cyrus
This little one ‘nome would like to be of use
To everyone and show the world that
Binomes are great!
Binomes are great!
Down the tracks from A to B and back
We take care of things, not people!
People talk a lot – that isn’t what we like.
But we’re much smarter than that!
Binomes are great!
Binomes are great!
I am electric, feel my attraction
Feel my magnetism, you will agree
I am electric, I have the contact
I am electric, the future is me
AC/DC, it’s okay by me
I can switch and change my frequency
I am electric, mind how you touch me
I can shock you, I can set you on fire
I can reach up and pluck down the lightning
Watch the conductor, see the live wire
AC/DC, it’s okay by me
I can switch and change my frequency
I am electric, I'm a computer
Don't attempt to keep no secrets from me
If you make me bored I hit my keyboard
You'll be erased from my memory
AC/DC, it’s okay by me
I can switch and turn you on to me
With his steel refrain
Hear me knocking
The Renegade’s on his way
He’s gonna win the day
Hear me knocking
Listen to the chatter of my physical force
Generating twenty-seven hundred horse
These blasted skates are rolling while the rockers rock
Hear me knock
See me hustle
Feel my muscle
Pumping Iron
Trying to build my body
Trying to lose my mind
See me straining
I’m in training
Pumping Iron
I’m a Renegade
I’m knocking, I’m knocking, I’m knocking
I’m Pumping Iron
You know he just can’t lose
Here him knocking
There ain’t another rig
That’s even half as big
Hear him knocking
Everybody’s gonna say that boy is smart
The mighty renegade is a work of art
See me hustle
Feel my muscle
Pumping Iron
Stretching my limits
I’m heaving on my weights
See me flex my delts and pecs
I’m Pumping Iron
I’m a Renegade
Hey, I’m knocking, you know I’m knocking, said I’m knocking –
Heading for the rally/Heading for the rally
Gonna win the first race/Gonna win the first race
I’m gonna run the longest/The biggest and the strongest
Earth, water, air, fire/You’ll never win, you’ll never win, I’m gonna beat you, I’m gonna beat you
See the ‘baud rise higher/Haven’t a chance, haven’t a chance, I’m gonna win it, yes I’m gonna win
Earth, water, air, fire/You’ll never win, you’ll never win, I’m gonna beat you, I’m gonna beat you
See the ‘baud rise higher/I’m gonna with the race, I’ll be victorious, I’m gonna win!
Defeat by a rival who’s bent on survival
Look out for the sprite who’s out to disparage
Those of us that rattle and prattle
Are great, are great, are great, are great, are GREAT!
Look out everybody, move aside!
May go now or may go tomorrow
Hold on, I’ll take you for a ride!
He’s crazy – love him or leave him
He’s crazy, goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy!
He’s crazy – love him or leave him
He’s crazy, goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy!
Must be right, no way it can be wrong!
You and me go surfin’ together…
He’s crazy – love him or leave him
He’s crazy, goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy!
He’s crazy – love him or leave him
He’s crazy, goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy
Goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy, goin’ crazy
Goin’ crazy!
Ah have this one Ah dream about, a sprite that’s made to find…
Nobody can do it like a search engine!
Woo woo, woo woo
Nobody can do it like a search engine!
Ah was waitin’ at the Principal Office
All ready to show Megabyte justice
Ah was weary, Ah was tired
Ah looked awful beyond belief!
And then he whistled at me (woo woo)
He looked in my direction
He whistled at me (woo woo)
This could be my connection
All because he whistled at me (woo woo)
He sure knew how to woo me
He whistled at me (woo woo)
Ah'm gonna hitch him to me
Ah'd been out of circulation
Ah had lost my motivation
Rejected and dejected then he was on the line
In an atmosphere all dreary
He said thangs Ah thought were dreamy
He said Ah was good lookin’
Said Ah was divine
Then he started getting’ fresher
Ah started puttin’ on the pressure
From the looks that he was givin’
Ah could tell that he was mine
Because he whistled at me (woo woo)
Ah knew he had to choose me
He whistled at me (woo woo)
And now he'll never lose me
All because he whistled at me (woo woo)
Now every time you'll find him
He whistled at me (woo woo)
You'll find me there behind him
Woo woo, woo woo
Nobody can do it like a search engine
Woo woo, woo woo
Listen to the rhythm of the search engine
He whistled at me (woo woo)
He sure knew how to do it
He whistled at me (woo woo)
This time he really blew it
All because he whistled at me (woo woo)
He sure knew how to woo me
He whistled at me
Now they can't undo me
Mmm Ah'm sure he whistled at me (woo woo)
Now every time you'll find him
He whistled at me (woo woo)
You'll find me there behind him
All because he whistled at me (woo woo)
He sure knew how to woo me
He whistled at me
(You hear me talking, Rockies?)
I said the first line of the blues is always sung a second time
So by the time you get to the third line, you've had time to think of a rhyme…
I forget the rest of the lyrics.
Experience is a quality that counts for a lot
The sad thing 'bout experience, is by the time you've got it
It's usually all you've got
I'm Maxine, the traveling search engine
Doesn't matter who you are
As long as you can hold it in
And if you can, feel free to come again!
A first class model when I was made
I went all around with Internet trade
I'm a bit duller now, the light's too bright
I wear dark glasses day and night
I’ve shipped crystal lamps, Irish linen
A few brand new red velvet dresses
Those passengers I had compared me to
The Orient Express - that was excessive
But now they climb aboard, have a seat
Don’t even wait to ask where I’m going
Don't say thanks, just hit the street
And worst of all… they can’t stand the boat tossing.
Once I was a real main liner
Enjoying the occasional celebrity
Now I hang around wherever I’m welcome
Sometimes giving rides for free…
It really chokes me
I'm Maxine, the traveling search engine
I'm down at wind and off my luck
I may not be first class but I'm not yet worst class
I can still take you where you need to go
I'm an engine with a heart of gold
I can still take you where you need to go
I'm an engine with a heart of gold
With the covers pulled up tight
Although you count every sheep, you get the feeling that sleep
Is gonna stay away tonight
That is when you hear it coming
That is when you hear the humming of the midnight train
Here again
Can't explain that midnight train
That midnight train
Starlight Express, you must confess
Are you real, yes or no
Starlight Express, answer me yes
I don't want you to go
Want you to take me away, but bring me back before daylight
And in the time between
Take me to everywhere, but don't abandon me there
Just want to say I have been
I believe in you completely, though I may be dreaming sweetly
I can hear the train
Here again
Can't explain that midnight train
That midnight train
Starlight Express, you must confess
Are you real, yes or no
Starlight Express, answer me yes
I don't want you to go
Starlight Express, you must confess
Are you real, yes or no
Starlight Express, answer me yes
I don't want you to go