what the living fuck? and should i get tickets?

So in my i-cant-sleep-even-on-fucking-codeine lyrics search, I googled "Some Girls are Bigger than Others" by the Smiths. And found to my consternation/amusement is that it's a frickin musical in London. Sure, this phenomenon isn't new (Jacques Brel was pretty damn good, at least the songs were) but fucking Mamma Mia Moving Out...motherfucking hell.

I haven't investigated this yet. It's going up in July.

Anyhoo, way to buzz kill.
And I still can't sleep.
Just when I'd spent a nice evening listening to the fucking Smiths.

"Some Girls are Bigger than Others"

From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than
Other girl’s mothers

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than
Other girl’s mothers

As anthony said to cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :

Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than
Other girl’s mothers

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl’s mothers are bigger than
Other girl’s mothers

Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And I’ll send you mine