Eugene Onegin – the tribute song


Learning the words for the tribute song copyright Cherry Potts 2011

Every year, when we finish an opera, the wonderful Liz Goldman produces a song to-the-tune-of various musical themes from the work, which the chorus sing to the principals and production team at the post production party. 

These songs are always marvelous, (I particularly treasure ‘from Carmelite to Armalite’ for Boheme).  Liz is a genius, and this year she has agreed to share her mistress piece with the wider world (thank you Liz, for the privilege of reproducing your work!).

 

 

 

Introduction (to the tune of my legs ache…)

My brain hurts and my heart is torn now the show is done.  I can’t remember what continent we were on.

My sore hands are aching from shucking corn since the break of morn – or was it buckwheat? Where was I born?

Grandpa Walton or Babushka? We’re not sure who the hell we are. Are we ‘Idiots’ or ‘Mad Men’? It’s beyond our ken.

Are we treading the grapes of wrath or preparing some beetroot broth? Are we rednecks or simply reds? One thing’s for sure – we’re not in Kansas anymore!

Harry, Nick – America? Russia? You were both so wrong! We have a much better setting – ‘The Only Way is Essex’ – and this is how the story might unfold there…

 ‘Eugene Onegin’ – the Essex version (to be sung chavissimo,  to the tune of the Miller’s Pretty Daughter)

 Girl in love, she sends a letter, Texting would’ve been much better.
Fa la la la la la la la, Texting would’ve been much better.

He goes round and disrespects her, OMG! He really vexed her.
Fa la la la la la la la, OMG! He really vexed her.

He starts hitting on her sister, She’s well fit, he can’t resist her.
Fa la la la la la la la, She’s well fit, he can’t resist her.

Lensky throws a massive moody, Goes all lairy, like, and broody.
Fa la la la la la la la, Goes all lairy, like, and broody.

Don’t believe that slag, Charlene, cos she weren’t even on the scene, though she told Paige and Brook and Dean she saw the killing by Eugene.

Eugene, like, he had to leg it when that Lensky went and pegged it,
Fa la la la la la la la, when that Lensky went and pegged it.

Tania meets rich, random geezer. He does everything to please her.
Fa la la la la la la la, He does everything to please her.

Her life’s glitz and bling and dazzle, and, once a month, a vajazzle.
Fa la la la la la la la, and, once a month, a vajazzle.

Laters, they’re throwing a big bash, Onegin comes back to gatecrash,
Fa la la la la la la la, Onegin comes back to gatecrash.

Tania’s wearing red Armani, Eugene’s starting to feel horny,
Fa la la la la la la la, Eugene’s starting to feel horny.

He goes, ‘Babe, I’m sorry, innit?’ She goes, ‘Jog on, babe, we’re finished’.
Fa la la la la la la la, She goes, ‘Jog on, babe, we’re finished’.

He’s well gutted, so not happy. OMG, his life’s well crappy! Fa la la la la la la la, OMG, his life’s well crappy!

He’s, like, ‘Babe, I’m your true lover.’ She’s, like, ‘Babe, we are so over!’.
Fa la la la la la la la, She’s, like, ‘Babe, we are so over!’.

How sad is that, how sad is that? Tra la la la la la la la la la la la!

 Written by Elizabeth Goldman and dedicated, with love and thanks, by the Blackheath Halls Community Opera Chorus ‘Eugene Onegin’ July 2011

Copyright Cherry Potts and Elizabeth Goldman 2011

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Author: Cherry Potts

Cherry Potts is a published fiction writer, publisher, event organiser, photographer, cardmaker, NLP master practitioner, life coach and trainer. She is an enthusiastic singer. Through Arachne Press she publishes fiction and non fiction and runs spoken word events and cross-arts workshops for writers at interesting venues. Always interested in new opportunites to perform, write or explore writing.

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