TIPPY. Martin wrote a song about that.
LAURA. Really? Have you turned composer, Martin?
MARTIN. Just some new words on an old tune.
LAURA. Oh, let's hear it.
MARTIN. After dinner.
LAURA. No, I can't wait. You sing it for us now, then after dinner we can all sing it. [She picks up guitar and thrusts it at him.] Come on, Lyric Writer, tune up.
KEN. [Tolerantly.] Sure let's hear it.
MARTIN. [Singing.] Then little Andy Lang of the Lake Shore gang Said, "Boys, you know I'm countin' Each day and week until I see
ALL. The Big Rock Candy Mountain."
MARTIN. Oh the Big Rock Candy Mountain Stands on a plain of bread. Our Uncle's got to feed us Or soon we'll all be dead. The more and more he feeds us The sooner we'll be red So serve the soup With a great big whoop And promise pie Up in the sky On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.