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The Stripper is a stage musical produced in 1982 by the Sydney Theatre Company, adapted by Richard O'Brien from the 1961 book of the same name written by Carter Brown. Much of the Rocky Horror creative team was involved. In addition to Richard O'Brien composing lyrics, Richard Hartley wrote, arranged, and directed the music while Brian Thomson designed and directed. All lyrics transcribed by ear, and notes are included throughout in places where we were particularly unsure of the exact words.

  1. Falling
  2. Deadpan Dolores
  3. The Lonely are Legend
  4. Men Like That
  5. Hearts and Flowers
  6. The Strip
  7. Man of Steel
  8. Cry On
  9. Begging the Question
  1. Man of the People
  2. I Confess
  3. There's Many a True Word Said in Bed
  4. De Noche Todos Los Gatos Son Pardos (In The Night All Cats Are Brown)
  5. Nobody's Fool
  6. Sarah Sings
  7. Planning My Big Exit
  8. Trouble in Pine City
The Stripper (Original Cast Recording)
TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Patty Keller, Al Wheeler, Sgt. Polnik, and Sheriff Lavers. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Chorus

There's trouble in Pine City
There's trouble in Pine City
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trou----ble

Well, falling, falling, falling
This drop's impossible
Think, don't panic
Young women shouldn't be so manic (NOTE)

Various Solo Voices

Did she jump?
Was she pushed?
Or did she fall?

Patty Keller

I've fallen for love
I've fallen for guys
I've fallen for jokes
I've fallen for alibis
I've fallen on hard times
I've fallen for lines
I've fallen from grace
I've fallen in my own eyes
The adrenaline's flowing
There's a strange sense knowing it all
But did I jump?
Was I pushed?
Or did I fall?

Chorus

Falling, falling, falling
This drop's impossible
Think, don't panic
Young women shouldn't be so manic (NOTE)

Various Solo Voices

Did she jump?
Was she pushed?
Or did she fall?

Patty Keller

I've fallen from virtue
I've fallen for vice
I've fallen on hard times
I've fallen for alibis
I've fallen on deaf ears
I've fallen for lies
I've fallen in debt
I've fallen too many times
The adrenaline's flowing
There's a strange sense knowing it all
But did I jump?
Was I pushed?
Or did I fall?

Chorus

Well, falling, falling, falling
This drop's impossible
Think, don't panic
Young women shouldn't be so manic (NOTE)

Various Solo Voices

Did she jump?
Was she pushed?
Or did she fall?

NOTE: One person heard "Your whim shouldn't be so manic".

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Doc Murphy, Al Wheeler, Sgt. Polnik, and Sheriff Lavers. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Voice

Her name's Deadpan Dolores
She works as a stripper in some dump called "The Club Extravaganza"

Solo #1

Deadpan Dolores is more than just your average bump and grind
She owns a pink and golden skin
That somehow fits within
A G-string that's been carelessly designed

Solo #2

Deadpan Dolores is hotter than two supernova suns
She don't need no hunk of bra (NOTE)
To hide no telltale scars -- she's a big star
And you want to see her buns

Chorus

Deadpan Dolores - too hot for the chorus
She makes the sweat pump out of your pores
Your heart jumps as the temperature soars

Various Solo Voices

Arousing!
Exotic!
Suggestive!
Erotic!

Chorus

Delectable Deadpan Dolores
Delectable Deadpan Dolores
(Musical Interlude)
Tell us about it Wheeler!

Al Wheeler

Deadpan Dolores is going to get a visit from the man
God willing she'll start spilling
The evidence is thrilling
How fulfilling
Just to weigh it in my hands

Chorus

Deadpan Dolores - too hot for the chorus
She makes the sweat pump out of your pores
Your heart jumps as the temperature soars

Various Solo Voices

Fragrant!
And flirty!
Flagrantly
Dirty!

Chorus

Delectable Deadpan Dolores
Delectable Deadpan Dolores

NOTE: One person heard "half-cut bra".

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Deadpan Dolores and Al Wheeler. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Deadpan Dolores

People come from miles to Southern California
Looking for a brand new start
Some come for the fun
And some come for the sun
And some come to mend a broken heart
They arrive on the coast
Pursued by a ghost
To find they've reached a phony dead-end
But when the sun and the money dies
They begin to realize
That even in Southern California, the lonely are legend

Deadpan Dolores
and Al Wheeler

People all wear smiles in Southern California
They say they're going to be a wheel someday
Some feed on the fame
And some they need the game
But most don't have no feel for the play
Your voice in the crowd
Begins to sound loud
And you know deep down it's only pretend
But when the people drift away
You'll discover why they say
That even in Southern California, the lonely are legend
That even in Southern California, the lonely are legend

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sarah Arkwright and Sherry Mendez. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sarah Arkwright

I've met his type before
There were nights before the war
When a boy with broad shoulders
And muscles like boulders
We needed no excuse
As we ran fast and loose
And because I was older
I was much bolder
Than him
The young soldier
We were lovers
Yes, lovers
At our last dance
You see, the next day, he shipped out for France
And men like that, never come back
Then there were lonely, lonely nights
A broken heart in Brooklyn Heights
But I made a decision
I would live my life with vision
Then came the empty days
Spent in so many ways
Then I heard from his division
He'd gone missing on a mission
Devoid of suspicion
I just waited, yes, waited, while my world turned to black
You see, men like that never come back
And so...
I turned to silent prayer
And moved to Delaware
Then on a rain-swept evening
I met someone to believe in
And through the autumn years
Those most important years
He gave me back my reason
And slowly eased my grieving
Giving better than receiving
It was over, yes over
I'd faced up to the fact
That men like that, never come back

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Harvey Stern. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Harvey Stern

You've heard of
Immaculate hearts
And sacred hearts
And hearts of oak
And hearts of gold
Hearts in the right place
And hearts in the mouth
And hearts that break
And hearts so bold
But the heart I could talk about for hours
Is the heart at the start of "hearts and flowers"
Oh, hearts and flowers
Are tokens of precious love
Take my heart and red roses
In regular daily doses
Take my heart and an orchid
You know who the two are for, kid
Hearts and flowers
Are symbols of sweetest faith
Take my heart and some sweet pea
And tell me you're mine completely
Take my heart and a fuschia
And tell me that we've got a future
Hearts and flowers
Are sweeter than anything
So look me in the i-ris
And tell me no lies
Cling to me like ivy
'til the snow drops dry
If daisies drive you crazy
Then you know why
I love those
Hearts
Hearts
And flowers
Get'cha right there, don't it? (spoken)

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by the Band. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Emcee

Ladies and Gentlemen
The Club Extravaganza is proud to present
The girl who says it all from the neck down
Deadpan Dolores
(Strip Music)

Chorus

Fragrant and Flirty! Flagrantly Dirty!
Delectable Deadpan Dolores
(Strip Music)

Chorus

Arousing! Exotic! Suggestive! Erotic!
Delectable Deadpan Dolores
(Strip Music)

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Al Wheeler. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Al Wheeler

I've heard people say "I Love You!"
When they really mean "I'd Love To!"
They sing evasive phrases
Full of euphemistic praises
So I hope I won't cause friction
If I expose the swollen dic---tion

I want to fondle your tits
I want to kiss-a your lips
You frazzles my nerves
With your wonderful curves
You dazzle my eyes
With electrical thighs
Your body's terrific
To be more specific
I don't know which part to start on
You make me feel
Like a man of steel
Baby, you give me a hard-on

I wanna rip off your clothes
And suck on your toes
do the "primitive dance"
With my hand in your pants
Want to dribble and leer
With my tongue in your ear
Your body's fantastic
You're driving me frantic
I don't want to beg your pardon
You make me feel
Like a man of steel
Baby, you give me a hard-on

If you play hard-to-get
You rarely get got
Why side-step the fact when your pants are red hot
Let's forget crashing waves and the rest of that smokescreen jargon
You make me feel
Like a man of steel
Baby, you give me a hard-on

You make me feel
Like a man of steel
You give me a hard-on

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sgt. Polnik. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sgt. Polnik

If you want something enough, you'll get it
It's just a matter of concentration
I knew someday
I'd get my way
I'm going to get me a list of names
Names of a bundle of dames
And one by one, I'll charm them with some witty conversation
It's my turn
You're gonna see the lamb become a lion
It's my turn
I've got more than my share to get me by on
So if envy turns you weak
And your love life's looking bleak
As the tears roll down your cheek
I'll just say "Cry on!"
If you want a powder puff, forget it
In fact, my act's kind of underrated
I knew sometime
I'd get what's mine
You see, I've gone and got it fixed
To mix with considerable chicks
And when we're done they'll know that it was fickle finger fated
It's my turn
You're gonna see the lamb become a lion
It's my turn
I've got more than my share to get me by on
So if envy turns you weak
And your love life's looking bleak
As the tears roll down your cheek
I'll just say "Cry on!"
Chickens everywhere
Will be desirous of my savoir-faire
All the guys gonna stop and stare
And wish they had my flair
I'll just turn around casually and say
It's my turn
You're gonna see the lamb become a lion
It's my turn
I've got more than my share to get me by on
So if envy turns you weak
And your love life's looking bleak
As the tears roll down your cheek
I'll just say "Cry on!"
"Cry on!"
"Cry on!"

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Al Wheeler and Deadpan Dolores. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Deadpan Dolores
and Al Wheeler

Beware of the thief who steals your belief
Beware of the smile with the perfect teeth
Beware of the wolf dressed up as a sheep
Beware of the pill that makes you sleep
Beware of strangers bearing gifts
Beware of hot-shots wearing lifts
Beware of the dark
And never, ever trust a grinning shark
Because, once-bitten, twice shy
And the bite is somehow more than a suggestion
Once is an accident
Twice is coincidence
But three times, begs the question
Beware of jumped-up guards, and bumped-up odds
Beware of "gorillas" packing rods
Beware of "little Miss Understood"
Beware of the gypsies in the wood
Beware of the man with the carpetbag
Beware of the drunk when he starts to gag
Beware of the dog
And never kiss a chick who kissed a frog
What kind of a girl do you think I am? (spoken)
Once-bitten, twice shy
And the biter rarely gets the indigestion
Once is an accident
Twice is coincidence
But three times, begs the question, begs the question, begs the question

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sheriff Lavers. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sheriff Lavers

I'm a man of the people
I comply with their wishes
And when my wife washes up, I still dry the dishes
I'm not saying that I never,
Ever harbor dirty thoughts
I'm a red-blooded male, and I still look good in shorts
Well, I'm just a member of the team
That implements the law
Not a solo operator I got "esprit de corps"
But I've never had fun
like Peter Gunn
I've never, ever been a scene-stealer
I've never seen glamour
like that guy Mike Hammer (NOTE 1)
And I'm stuck with Lieutenant Al Wheeler
I can separate the good guys
From all those other bums
It's the right of every citizen
To marry chicks and carry guns (NOTE 2)
I shoot straight from the shoulder
I won't be diverted
And let those stinkin' pinko commies
Preach to the perverted
We got a beach
And freedom of speech
So what's Moscow's big attraction?
There's only one red
I want under my bed
And that's a red-head
Under the bed
Head hot for action
HEE-HAW!

NOTE 1: All of us can only hear "Mike _____", and it sounds like Hammond. "Mike Hammer" being a Mickey Spillane detective, and rhyming with "glamour" makes sense.
NOTE 2: One person heard "Americans should carry guns".

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Harvey Stern. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Harvey Stern

I confess
I made her life a mess
I confess
I never showed her happiness
And I confess
I knew of her distress
I confess
I confess
I told her to undress
Oooh, I confess
She pleaded with me not to press
And I confess
I may have lacked finesse
But I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
She was looking for the real thing
Looking out for love and tenderness
Now, I'm sorry
Dead sorry
I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
I confess
She shrank from my caress
I confess
I may have used undue duress
And I confess
My actions were grotesque
But I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
She was looking for the real thing
Looking out for love and tenderness
Now, I'm sorry
Dead sorry
I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
She was looking for the real thing
I confess!

Al Wheeler

There's somebody sleeping in my bed
And she's more than a little bare
I think she's more than ready
To be my little teddy
At least that's what her body language says
She's promised with her eyes
This time there will be no lies
There's many a true word said in bed
There's somebody sleeping in my bed
Her golden locks are flowing everywhere
From her hot flesh its no guess
She intends to acquiesce
Her unspoken words could get through to the dead
When she articulates
She joins the literary greats
There's many a true word said in bed
Conversation, confabulation
Repartee with God's creation
"Heigh-Ho" silver-tongue me
With your discourse
As the raconteur said after dinner
Spinning words makes me a winner
For God's sake there's no substitute for
Intercourse
There's somebody sleeping in my bed
She went and skipped the porridge and the chair
Her careful overstating
Gets me ejaculating
Senses I've only ever read
So let's shroud in purple prose
Because everybody knows
There's many a true word said in bed

Sherry Mendez

Mi hombre de Los Angeles (NOTE 1)
Mi hombre de las sombras
Mi hombre you are a stray
That's why you play around
But there is no need for enticement
For I burrrrrrrrrning with excitement
Mi hombre of the angels
Mi hombre of the shadows

Mysterious Whisper

(In the night)

Sherry Mendez

All cats are brown

Al Wheeler

Grey!

Sherry Mendez

No, Brown!!!!

Mi hombre de sospechas (NOTE 2)
Mi hombre de encanto (NOTE 3)
Mi hombre you say someday
You want to settle down
But there's no need for decision
"Por tu" plan that's in collision (NOTE 4)
Mi hombre of decision
Mi hombre of delight

Mysterious Whisper

(In the night)

Sherry Mendez

All cats are brown

Sgt. Polnik

Grey!

Sherry Mendez

No, Brown!!!!

You can flatter me, mi hombre
When the lights are down
But no matter what you would say
In the night
All cats are brown

NOTE 1: These first two lines translate as "My man is from Los Angeles (the City of the Angels), My man is from the shadows".
NOTE 2: This is a "best fit" guess to what everyone heard ("sus esperchace" and "de suspechas") and it approximately means "My man of suspicions" or "My man above suspicions". To fit with the scheme of the first verse, it should have to do with "decision", not "suspicion".
NOTE 3: "de encanto" means "of delight". Assumably, Sherry is referring to sexual pleasure previously brought to her by Al.
NOTE 4: "Por tu" means "for your" or "for you" so this translates as "For your plan is in collision".

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Al Wheeler. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Al Wheeler

You got me up an alley on a solid night, and then you blew it
You had to go and do it
You thought I'd be (NOTE) and not get through it
You thought there's nothing to it
You overplayed your hand thinking you were smart
Imagining my mind was a slave to my heart
You played for a sucker, thought you had me on a hook
But oh, oh, oh, I could read you like a book
But I'm a big boy now and nobody's fool
I may be soft in the arms of a woman

Chorus Echo

(Soft in the arms of a woman)

Al Wheeler

But I'm hard as a general rule
You got me in a corner with your passion act, it's undisputed
You thought that I was stupid
The way you swayed against me was quite action-packed, you're so well-suited
That's why you got recruited
But sex just ain't enough to keep me on a string
Beauty don't mean brains, and you need brains to make a sting
You took me for a patsy - an easy kind of mark
But oh, oh, oh, you were shooting in the dark
But I'm a big boy now and nobody's fool
I may be soft in the arms of a woman

Chorus Echo

(Soft in the arms of a woman)

Al Wheeler

But I'm hard as a general rule
I'm a big boy now and nobody's fool
I may be soft in the arms of a woman

Chorus Echo

(Soft in the arms of a woman)

Al Wheeler

But I'm hard as a general rule

NOTE: This is the main line that gave us trouble. Amusing things that various people thought they heard, but we all know don't make sense include: "You thought I'd be the penny to a fallen-fight", "You thought I'd be the preddy to a volume fide", and "You thought I'd be the preddy of a fallen fide".

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sarah Arkwright and Company. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sarah Arkwright

I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
And I'd do it again!
Oh I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To that tragedienne
She wanted to play with the grown-ups
And the deal was too tough to fill
But she opened in a flop
And went right over the top
And the rest of it was all downhill
I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
And I've got to admit
Oh I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To a sick hypocrite
She got everything that she asked for
And I gave her a little bit more
But the greed in her still showed
So I had to hit the road
And she hit it from the fifteenth floor

Chorus of Voices

She swore to tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth

Sarah Arkwright

So help me God!

Chorus of Voices

Sing like a bird
Tell it word for word

Sarah Arkwright

Where angels fear to tread, I trod!

Various Solo Voices

And though it's privileged information
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing
It may be confidential
But it's not inconsequential

Chorus of Voices

That you'll die to hear Sarah sing!

Sarah Arkwright

I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To that cheap little trick
Oh I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To that weak little hick
She climbed the stairway to heaven
In her heart, she was over the moon
But she had to face the fact
That she opened in an act

All

That went down like a lead balloon

Sarah Arkwright

I did it!

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Deadpan Dolores and Company. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Deadpan Dolores

Oh, I've been stripped of my emotion
Stripped of my illusion
Equipped for locomotion
Been a party to collusion
Dancing for the fickle crowd's insane
Prancing for a nickel, like a monkey on a chain
They say that joking apart,
"Dying's an art!"
It takes a lifetime to perfect it
You come on with a smile and a song
To find out that it's all going wrong
But with your head in the air
As if you don't have a care
So that no one will suspect it
Just be certain when you want the curtain down
And start planning your big exit
Oh, I've been stripped of my defenses

Echo Voices

(Stripped of her composure)

Deadpan Dolores

I've paid the consequences
And I'm

Echo Voices

(Dying of exposure)

Deadpan Dolores

Weighing up my life won't heal the wounds

Echo Voices

(Wounds)

Deadpan Dolores

I'm paying for the piper
When I couldn't stand his tunes
You know, compared to today
Dying's okay
And we'd do better to respect it
Quality of life means special things
But will the squalid little death swing angel's wings
If there's a Heaven on Earth
I guess I got what I'm worth
And I'm ready to accept it
I'm not certain I want the curtain down
But I'm planning my big exit
(Dramatic Music and Choir)
They say that joking apart,
"Dying's an art!"
It takes a lifetime to perfect it
I'm not certain I want the curtain down
But I'm planning my big exit

Al Wheeler

Take some hoods
Who got the goods
On some poor misunderstoods
Take a visit to a dive
With a snub-nosed .45
Whadd'ya got?

Chorus

You've got trouble!

Al Wheeler

Blend a lonely-hearts club game
Add some cops and add a dame
Whadd'ya got?

Chorus

You've got trouble!
You've got trouble!
Take the warm ocean breeze
Add a little low life sleaze

Al Wheeler

Plus, a chick who's a flirt
While the hem of her skirt

Chorus

Rises above her knees

Al Wheeler

So you pour yourself a double
While she says

Various Female Voices

You think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Yeah!)
Do you think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Yeah!)
You think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Yeah!)
Do you think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Not really!)

Al Wheeler

And you got the perfect recipe

Al Wheeler,
Chorus, and
Everyone Else

For trouble in Pine City!
Trou-ble!