Final Chorus

Sid—
Everything that happens in the year
Is lampooned in Extrav.
We have lots of fun guying everyone,
We hope you liked it too—we have.

All—
If Sid seemed to fail,
And his bids

For the oil
Were all foiled by a goil
It was all of the kind that you'd call
Extravaganza.

This type of political tripe
Has the ring of the genuine thing
As you know from your own radio
Extravaganza.

The plot isn't hot,
And it's quite oversexed,
The gags seem to drag
At the slightest pretext,
Though you thought, "Good Heavens! What next?"

As we sing this finale we hope it was up your alley.

A show that is really a show
Sends you out with a kind of a glow,
And the cause
And the cause
Of your thund'rous applause
Extravaganza.