Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Chœur
Adam Laird
Claviers
Nate Mayland
Trombone
Conrad Korsch
Basse
Kris Kukul
Direction d’orchestre
Shannon Ford
Batterie
John Putnam
Guitare
Sean Driscoll
Guitare
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
Synthétiseur
Joey Joseph
Claviers
Joshua Mark Samuels
Percussion
Tony Kadleck
Trompette
Jay Branford
Bois
Rick Heckman
Bois
Vito Chiavuzzo
Bois
Dylan Drake Schwab
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eddie Perfect
Paroles/Composition
Kris Kukul
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Eddie Perfect
Production
Brandon Chevere
Assistance d’ingénierie
Carlos Mora
Assistance d’ingénierie
Neal Shaw
Assistance d’ingénierie
Thom Beemer
Assistance d’ingénierie
Oscar Zambrano
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Isaiah Abolin
Ingénierie de prise de son
Alex Timbers
Production
Kurt Deutsch
Production
Matt Stine
Production
Paroles
This is it
The day I've been waiting for
Wishing, hoping, working, and praying for
The day my parents have been delaying for years
Ooh, I'm gonna sell some cookies
It's not their fault that they're overprotective
I was born with arrhythmia
My heart is defective
Only takes one shock and I could be dead from the fear
Still, I'm gonna sell some cookies
Hike by hike
Song by song
The Girl Scouts helped my heart grow strong
They'd have my back if anything went wrong with me
Jamborees, soda pop
Distract me from the fact that my heart could stop
From tetralogy of Fallot in my pulmonary artery!
Whee!
When you're a Girl Scout
Everything's gonna work out
Even if you're born with congenital heart disease
And you could be killed by a random sneeze
You're a Girl Scout
Everything's gonna work out
Just gonna ring the bell of this creepy looking house
Hello, little girl
Oh, um, yes, um, hi
My name is Sky
And I'm here today to support the Girl Scouts by selling cookies
Four dollars a box
Would you like some?
Sure
Really?
Yeah
What flavours you got?
I've got chocolate, banana
And oat bran, pecan
Samoas and thin mints
And one that tastes like apple pie
Why don't you come inside?
Well, we're really not supposed to
Why?
Pedophiles
But it's so cold
And you're not mean
And no one gets molested by a gothy teen
So I guess, okay, it's fine
Yeah?
Alright, I'll come inside
It's so dark in here
Is it? I hadn't noticed
Okay... well-
Maybe I should come back another time when your parents are home?
Boo!