Chapter Text
Lights up, and we see our Hermes for the evening. She should evoke the idea of a hobo, Mae West, or else Miss Kitty several years after the saloon closed down and the money ran out.
Hermes (with Chorus providing the usual backup)
Mmmmmm
Mmmm-hmmmmm
Chuga-chuga, chuga-chuga, chuga-chuga, chuga-chuga
Once upon a time there was a railroad line
Don’t ask where, brother, don’t ask when
It was the road to Hell
It was hard times
It was a world of gods and men.
It’s an old song. It’s an old tale from way back when.
It’s an old song, and we’re gonna sing it again.
On the road to Hell there was a railroad line
And there were three old geezers all dressed the same.
And they was always singing in the back of your mind
Everybody meet the Fates!
Spotlight on the Fates, who are wearing classic hobo gear of their own. Their outfits may not match exactly, but they should all be wearing the same hat.
On the road to Hell there was a railroad station
And a dame with feathers on her feet
Who could help you to your final destination, Madam Hermes! That’s me.
It’s a sad song
It’s a sad tale, it’s a tragedy
It’s a sad song
We’re gonna sing it anyway.
And on the road to Hell, there was a railroad line
And a fella stepping off a train
With a suitcase full of summertime, Persephone by name!
Spotlight on Persephone, wearing slim-cut pants and a vivid green silk shirt with a riotous floral print. He winks exaggeratedly at the audience. He’s a little bit Cab Calloway, a little bit Errol Flynn, and more than a little bit Groucho Marx.
There was a railroad line on the road to Hell
There was a young girl down on a bended knee
And brother, thus begins the tale
Of Orpheus and Eurydice
It’s a love song. (It's a love song)
It's a tale of the love that never dies
It's a love song (It's a love song)
About someone who tries.