After The Lovin'...performed, fairly and equally, by the Shipper 
and Noromo contingents of the OBSSE. Watch for the solo by 
Spicedrum. 

After the Lovin', Millenium Style
(because I couldn't think of a snappier title)

Shippers, clinking flute glasses, sing to St. Scully:

So he'll sing you to sleep, after The Loving
And we'll all toast to this glorious day
'Cause then it'll be clear to all those Noromos
That the smoochy noises are here to stay

A group of Noromos of varying degrees steal the spotlight with:

It's so hard to explain all the things that I'm feeling
Faced with this, our first instinct is to cry
But we love Scully so much that the sound
Of Her gettin' some is making us high

All, to 1013:

Thanks for taking us
On this one way trip to the asylum
Thanks for turning us into bickering nuns

From the stage right, Spicedrum, who has broken away from the large
group of nuns at center stage:

Oh, it's not too late, after the Punk-Lovin'
To brush that titian hair from your eyes
And to change your gears so completely
And go with that cute one-armed guy

The finish, delivered by all, from penitent postures:

We confess that our posts haven't been saying anything new
Oh but after The Loving, we were at a loss as to what we should do....
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Thank you, and goodnight!

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