The Playboy of the Western World

Beau got it into his head

That he wanted to, uh

Well, what’s the word?

Bed me

He wanted to bed me

That just sounds classier

Than what he really wanted to do to me

I wasn’t interested

I find people in positions of authority

To be…well, just not my type

I like rebels

That’s why I liked the boy he had playing the lead

In The Playboy of the Western World

They found him at this local community college

And he, well, I guess the only thing I can say about him

Is that he didn’t give a shit

I mean, pardon my language

But he really didn’t

Used to sit there chewing on a toothpick

All throughout rehearsal

Even when he wasn’t onstage

Everyone told Beau he should have gotten an actor from New York

They told him we were Equity now

And we needed to start using real talent

But Beau couldn’t shake this kid

Something about certain people

Just got to him

It got to me too

There was something more, well, alive about him

Than the rest of us

Those of us that weren’t in love with him

Were deeply jealous

I think Beau might have been a little of both

Well, uh, that boy got it into his head

That he was going to have me

The same way that Beau wanted me

And I was a little more than interested, but…

I was too old for him, in my opinion

And besides, back then girls didn’t date boys

Younger than them

But he was persistent

And one night, after a show

I took him home with me

I still remember how good he looked

Sitting in my kitchen

Leaning back in a chair

Feet up on the table

Chewing on a toothpick

After that show closed

Beau intended to have him join the company

But then someone let it slip

That he and I were…

And so instead, Beau let him go

And he went

Nobody knew where

I think the theater gave him some stability

And when he didn’t have that...well, uh…

He left me a note

It said—

"You've turned me a likely gaffer in the end of all, the way I'll go romancing through a romping lifetime, from this hour to the dawning of the Judgment Day."

You know, I’ve been dead for awhile now

And I still miss that boy

I still can’t find him either

No matter where I look

It’s like he wasn’t of this world

Like he was born out of the theater

Out of the art

Out of that boundless energy

That we all try to capture

For an hour here or there

He was bigger than life

Maybe that’s what made him seem

So much more

Than just alive