Song Lyrics

No, please no
Not tonight, please no
Mister, can't you go?
Not tonight, can't have a scene

What?

Go, please go
You, Hello, sir
I said no important customer

What am I, just a blur?

You sit all night, you never buy

That's a lie, that's a lie
I had a tea the other day

You couldn't pay

Oh yeah

Benjamin Coffin III? Here?

Oh no

Wine and beer

The enemy of Avenue A
We'll stay

Oy vey

What brings the mogul in his own mind
To the Life Cafe?

I would like to propose a toast
To Maureen's noble try
It went well

Go to Hell

Was the yuppie scum stomped?
Not counting the homeless
How many tickets weren't comped?

Why did Muffy

Alison

Miss the show?

There was a death in the family
If you must know

Who died?

Our Akita

Evita

Mimi, I'm surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
Who don't adhere to deals

They make fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?

Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead

Dearly beloved
We gather here to say our goodbyes

Dies irae, dies illa

Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On this night when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass
You bet your ass, to
La vie Bohème

La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème

To days of inspiration
Playing hooky
Making something out of nothing
The need to express
To communicate
To going against the grain
Going insane, going mad

To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension
To starving for attention
Hating convention
Hating pretension
Not to mention, of course
Hating dear old Mom and Dad

To riding your bike
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits
To no absolutes
To Absolut
To choice
To The Village Voice
To any passing fad

To being an us, for once
Instead of a them

La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème

Is the equipment in a pyramid?

It is, Maureen

The mixer doesn't have a case
Don't give me that face

Ahem

Hey, Mister
She's my sister

So that's five miso soup
Four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls

Ew

It tastes the same

If you close your eyes

And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?

Wine and beer

To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou

Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation

Mucho masturbation

Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it's new

To Sontag

To Sondheim

To anything taboo

Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage

Lenny Bruce

Langston Hughes

To the stage

To Uta

To Buddha

Pablo Neruda, too

Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em

La vie Bohème

And wipe the speakers off before you pack

Yes, Maureen

Well, hurry back

Sisters?

We're close

Brothers

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
Pee-wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame, never playing the Fame Game

To marijuana

To sodomy
It's between God and me
To S & M

Waiter, waiter, waiter

La vie Bohème

In honor of the death of bohemia, an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner
Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea being stirred

And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary
About his inability to hold an erection on high holy days

And Maureen Johnson
Back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot
Will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder
While accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she has never studied

Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us

There's nothing to know

Don't you think that we should discuss

It was three months ago

He doesn't act like he's with you

We're taking it slow

Where is he now?

He's right, hmm

Uh huh

Where'd he go?

And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song

That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"

Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the ten gallon plastic pickle tub

And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
Virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words

"Actual Reality, act up, fight AIDS

Check

Excuse me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all night long

I've been trying, I'm not lying
No one's perfect, I've got baggage

Life's too short, babe, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine

I should tell you

I've got baggage too

Should tell you

Baggage, wine, and beer

AZT break

You?

Me, you?

Mimi

Jonathan D. Larson

The duration of La Vie Boheme is 8:00 minutes and seconds.