From John Waters’ imagination in 1987 to the fingers of the guy type-setting these words in 2007, there have been literally thousands of peoplewho have worked to tell the story of Tracy Turnblad. And before them, therewere the writers, producers and artists of the classic records that inspired“Tracy” as well as Scott Wittman and myself. To exclude one name painsme. To choose only a few would require a Solomon. So please, read everyname that appears on this CD, Google the cast and crew of the Broadwayproduction, IMDB the original film, and know that every name represents somany guitar strumming hands, fader pushing fingers, the unique voices ofwildly talented actors and actresses, not to mention the hearts and mindsof some brilliant directors and choreographers, etc . . .

Speaking of, if I don’t specifically mention Adam Shankman, who is standingright behind me right now, he’ll throw a speaker at my head. Thank youAdam for taking everything so many people created before you, and byadding your own heart, humor and motion, have created a movie, a child,that I will cherish forever. Thank you.

—Marc ShaimanMusic Producer

When I first met Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman in 1988, I was a dancer and a waiter who had Broadwaydreams. Marc was playing piano for a Broadway revue called Haarlem Nocturne and Scott was staging anarchisticentertainment at the then-fabulous Danceteria. This was also the year that John Waters’ Hairspray was released.Kismet? No . . . Hairspray . . .

When I found out that my dear friends were work-shopping a musical version of the movie intended for Broadway,I publicly jumped with joy for them while I privately seethed with jealousy. My path had led me to Hollywood directingmovies, as Marc and Scott were headed eastward after many amazing years working in film scoring, bound for theGreat White Way.

Well, all came full circle. Hairspray became a huge Tony Award winning hit, New Line decided to revert it back to film andthe musical gods and New Line brass smiled upon me and I became the Choreographer and Director of the new version ofthe movie. More importantly, after years of bowing and scraping at Marc and Scott’s genius and well-manicured feet, I wastheir boss, okay, fine “collaborator in chief.” Really, the only reason to remake this cult classic was to bring to film theamazing music these two brilliant men had written. I couldn’t wait to get in there and start the process of shaping the movie!

For purposes of storytelling, we excised a few numbers from the show, but in most cases, simply repurposed theunnecessary songs as score. As far as new songs, I told them that although I always loved “It Takes Two”—I feltthat “Link” needed a rowdy Elvis-like number where “Tracy” could really shake it in front of “Corny.” I felt the Madisondidn’t show her off enough. Thus was born “Ladies’ Choice.” “New Girl In Town” was written for the play, butdiscarded as unnecessary. I decided it was the perfect song for Tracy’s “rise to fame” montage. Also, it gave me away to do something neither the original film, nor the Broadway Production did, show Negro Day! Finally, “Come SoFar,” was written for the end credits to keep those toes tapping as the audience dances up the aisles . . . hopefully.

Hairspray has been the most joyous, extraordinary and beautiful experience of my life. If you can enjoy this music one one-millionth as much as I loved working every day for a year-and-a-half on it, you will be filled with a joy far too few have known.

I want to thank Bob Shaye, Michael Lynne, Toby Emmerich, Mark Kaufman, Craig Zadan and Neil Meron for yoursupport. My beloved partners forever, Jennifer Gibgot, Garrett Grant, Anne “Mama” Fletcher, Jimmy Badstibner andAndrew Cannava . . . what can I say? Without you guys, there is no me. To my parents, I raise my glass to you fornever allowing me to say “never.” And mostly to Marc and Scott for making the music that makes me dance anddance and dance. You are my heroes.

All My Love,—Adam

Film Director

GOOD MORNINGBALTIMORETRACYOh, oh, ohWoke up todayFeeling the way I always doOh, oh, ohHungry for somethingThat I can’t eatThen I hear that beatThat rhythm of townStarts calling me downIt’s like a message from high aboveOh, oh, ohPulling me outTo the smiles and theStreets that I love

Good Morning BaltimoreEvery day’s like an open doorEvery night is a fantasyEvery sound’s like a symphony

Good Morning BaltimoreAnd some day when I take to the floorThe world’s gonna wake up and seeBaltimore and me!

Oh , oh, ohLook at my hairWhat “do” can comparewith mine today?

Oh, oh, oh,I’ve got my hairspray and radioI’m ready to go

The rats on the streetAll dance round my feetThey seem to say“Tracy, it’s up to you”

So, oh, ohDon’t hold me back’Cause today all my dreamswill come true

Good Morning BaltimoreThere’s the flasher who lives next doorThere’s the bum on his bar room stoolThey wish me luck on my way to school

Good Morning BaltimoreAnd some day when I take to the floorThe world’s gonna wake up and seeBaltimore and me!

I know every stepI know every songI know there’s a place where I belongI see all those party lightsshining ahead

So someone invite meBefore I drop dead!

So, oh, ohGive me a chance’Cause when I start to danceI’m a movie star

Oh, oh, ohSomething inside of memakes me move

When I hear that grooveMy ma tells me noBut my feet tell me goIt’s like a drummer inside my heart

So, oh, ohDon’t make me waitOne more moment for mylife to start . . .

I love you Baltimore

Every day’s like an open doorEvery night is a fantasyEvery sound like a symphony

And I promise BaltimoreThat some day whenI take to the floorThe world’s gonna wakeup and see

Gonna wake up and seeBaltimore and me . . .Baltimore and me . . .Baltimore and me!

THE NICESTKIDS IN TOWNCORNYHey there, teenage Baltimore!Don’t change that channel!Cause it’s timeFor the Corny Collins Show!Brought to you by UltraClutch Hairspray!

Oh, every afternoonWhen the clock strikes fourA crazy bunch of kidsCrash through that door, yeahThey throw off their coatsAnd leave the squares behindAnd then they shake it,shake it, shake it

Like they’re losing their mindYou’ll never see them frown’Cause they’re The NicestKids In Town

Oh, every afternoonYou turn your T.V. onAnd we know you turn the sound up

When your parents are gone, yeahThen you twist and shoutFor your favorite starAnd when you practice every stepThat’s in your repertoireYou better come on downAnd meet The Nicest Kids In Town

Nice white kidsWho like to lead the wayAnd once a monthWe have our “Negro Day!”And I’m the man who keepsit spinnin’ round

Mr. Corny CollinsWith the latest, greatestBaltimore sound!!

So, every afternoonDrop everythingWho needs to read and writeWhen you can dance and sing?Forget about your algebraAnd calculusYou can always do your homeworkOn the morning busCan’t tell a verb from a nounThey’re The Nicest Kids In Town

Roll Call!!

COUNCIL KIDSI’m Amber! Brad! Tammy! Fender!Brenda! Sketch! Shelley!

IQ! Lou Ann! Joey! Mikey! Vicki!Becky! Bix! Jesse! Darla!

Paulie! Noreen! Doreen!And I’m . . . Link!

CORNYSo, if every night you’re shaking

As you lie in bedAnd the bass and drumsAre pounding in your headWho cares about sleepWhen you can snooze in schoolThey’ll never get to collegeBut they’ll sure look coolDon’t need a cap and a gownWhen you’reThe Nicest Kids In TownThey’re the nicest, nicestThey’re the nicest, nicestThey’re the sugar ’n’ spicest,The Nicest Kids In . . .

CORNY & KIDSKids In Town!

IT TAKESTWO

LINKThey say it’s a man’s worldWell, that cannot be deniedBut what good’s a man’s worldWithout a woman by his sideAnd so I will waitUntil that moment you decide

That I’m your manAnd you’re my girlThat I’m the seaAnd you’re the pearlIt Takes Two, baby,It Takes Two

A king ain’t a kingWithout the power behind the throneA prince is a pauper, babe,Without a chick to call his ownSo please, darling, choose me

I don’t wanna rule aloneTell me,

I’m your kingAnd you’re my queenThat no one elseCan come betweenIt Takes Two, baby,It Takes Two

Don’t you know

Lancelot had GuinevereMrs. Claus has old St. NickRomeo had JulietAnd Liz, well, she has her Dick

They say it takes two to tangoWell, that tango’s child’s playSo take me to the dance floorAnd we’ll twist the night away

Just like Frankie AvalonHad his favorite MouseketeerI dream of a lover, babe,To say the things I long to hearSo come closer baby,Oh and whisper in my ear

Tell me, that you’re my girlAnd I’m your boyThat you’re my prideAnd I’m your joyThat I’m the sandAnd you’re the tideAnd I’ll be the groomIf you’ll be my brideIt Takes Two, baby,It Takes TwoIt Takes Two, babyIt Takes Two

(THE LEGEND OF)MISS BALTIMORE CRABSVELMAFront step cha cha chaBack step cha cha chaSide step front stepBack and turnOh Amber, look at this motley crew!This town sure has gone downhillsince I was crowned “Miss BaltimoreCrabs”

AMBEROh Mother not more ancient historyVELMAOh my GodHow times have changedThese girls must be blind orCompletely derangedBut time seemed to haltWhen I was “Miss Baltimore Crabs”Amber! That move is far too dirtyAMBERMother, wake up from that dreamof yours. This isn’t 1930!

VELMAYou can laugh but life’s a testDon’t do this, don’t do thatRemember Mother knows bestFor the crown’s in the vaultFrom when I won “MissBaltimore Crabs”

AMBERThese steps are perfect ammunitionVELMALet me show you how your mommy dearTook out the competition.Girls, go get em! Boys, lets rhumba!Those poor runner-upsMay still hold some grudges

They padded their ‘cups’But I screwed the judgesThose broads thought they’d winIf a plate they would spinIn their danceNot a chance!Boys, put me down.Good morning ladies.

Let’s see what you’ve got.COUNCIL GIRLSTwist twist twist twist mashedpotato mambo

VELMAReady? Begin, on my showyou’ll never find

A thrusting hip or bump and grindAMBERWhat’s that, a dance for fleasand ticks?

VELMAYou should have seen my bag of tricks!Ohh I hit the stage batons ablazeWhile belting AidaAnd preparing soufflésBut that triple sommersaultWas how I clinched “MissBaltimore Crabs.”

Proceed . . .TAMMYAre you scared? We’re on live.TRACYNo, I’m sure I can cope!AMBERWell, this show isn’t broadcastIn . . .COUNCIL GIRLS. . . CinemascopeVELMAI never drank one chocolate malt

No desserts for “Miss Baltimore Crabs”AMBERThis one will never get a dateIn those hand me down clothes.VELMAKid, she’ll never get a date’Til daddy buys her a new nose.I would say ’oy gevalt if I wasn’tMiss Baltimore Crabs!AMBERDo you dance like you dress?LINKAmber, there’s no need to be cruel!VELMAWould you swim in anintegrated pool?

TRACYI sure would. I’m all forIntegration. It’s the new frontier!VELMANot in Baltimore it isn’t.And may I be frank?

First impressions can be toughAnd when I saw you I knew itIf your size weren’t enoughYour last answer just blew it!And so, my dear so short and stoutYou’ll never be “in”VELMA / COUNCIL KIDSSo we’re kicking you out!VELMAWith your form and your faceAwww, it isn’t your faultYou’re just down with a caseof “Miss . . .”

VELMA / COUNCIL KIDS. . . Baltimore . . .VELMA. . . Crabs!”

You may goTRACYUm . . . thank youPENNYI could see that they secretlyliked you

LITTLE INEZHello ma’am, may I please auditionVELMA / COUNCIL KIDSOf course not,But you can bow and exalt!’Cause I am “Miss Baltimore . . .VELMA / COUNCIL KIDSCrabs!!!”Crabs, crabs, crabs!!!

I CAN HEARTHE BELLSTRACY (All vocals by NIKKI BLONSKY)I Can Hear The BellsPENNYWhat’d you say?TRACYWell, don’tcha hear’em chime?

PENNY“Chimes” not how I’d put itTRACYCan’t ’cha feel my heartbeatKeeping perfect timeAnd all because heTouched meHe looked at me and stared,Yes he bumped meMy heart was unpreparedWhen he tapped meAnd knocked me off my feetOne little touchNow my life’s complete

’Cause when he nudged meLove put me in a fixYes it hit meJust like a ton of bricksYes my heart burstNow I know what life’s aboutOne little touchAnd loves knocked me out and . . .

I Can Hear The BellsMy head is spinningI Can Hear The BellsSomething’s beginning

Everybody saysThat a girl who looks like meCan’t win his loveWell, just wait and see’Cause I Can Hear The BellsJust hear them chimingI Can Hear The BellsMy temperature’s climbing

I can’t contain my joy’Cause I finally found the boyI’ve been missin’Listen!I Can Hear The Bells

Round oneHe’ll ask me on a date and thenRound twoI’ll primp, but won’t late becauseRound three’sWhen we kiss inside his carWon’t go all the wayBut I’ll go pretty far!

Round fourHe’ll ask me for my hand and thenRound five

We’ll book the wedding bandSo byRound sixAmber, much to your surpriseThis heavyweight championTakes the prize and . . .

I Can Hear The BellsMy ears are ringingI Can Hear The BellsThe bridesmaids are singing

Everybody saysThat a guy who’s such a gemWon’t look my wayWell the laughs on them cause

I Can Hear The BellsMy father will smileI Can Hear The BellsAs he walks me down the aisleMy mother starts to cryBut I can’t see’Cause Link and I are French kissin’Listen!I Can Hear The Bells

I Can Hear The BellsMy head is reelingI Can Hear The BellsI can’t stop the pealingEverybody warnsThat he wont like what he’ll seeBut I know that he’ll lookinside of me, yeah . . .

I Can Hear The BellsToday’s just the start causeI Can Hear The BellsAnd til death do us partAnd even when we die

We’ll look down from up aboveRemembering the nightThat we two fell in love

We both will shed a tearAnd he’ll whisper as we’re reminiscin’Listen!I Can Hear The BellsWe can hear the bellsI Can Hear The BellsWe can hear the bellsI Can Hear The Bells

LADIES’ CHOICELINKHey little girl with the cash to burnI’m sellin’ something you won’t returnHey little girl take me off the shelf’Cause it’s hard having fun playing withyourself

Once you’ve browsed through thewhole selection

Shake your hips in my direction

A prettier package you never did seeTake me home and then unwrap meShop around but little darlin’I’ve got to be

The Ladies’ Choice, (Ladies’ Choice),Ladies’ Choice

Hey little girl looking for a saleTest drive this American maleIt’s gonna take cash to fill my tankSo let’s crack open your piggy bankHey little girl going window shoppingI got something traffic stopping

Hey, little girl on a spending spreeI don’t come cheap but the kissescome free

On closer inspection I’m sure thatyou’ll agree

I’m the Ladies’ Choice, (Ladies’Choice), Ladies’ Choice

(Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh)(Wow!)

Hey, little girl on a spending spreeI don’t come cheap but the kissescome free

On closer inspection I’m sure thatyou’ll agree

Hey little girl, listen to my pleaI come with a lifetime guaranteeAnd one day maybe we’ll find thatbaby makes three

It’s the Ladies’ ChoiceI’m the Ladies’ ChoiceThe Ladies’ ChoiceI’m the Ladies’ Choice choice choiceI’m the Ladies’ Choice

THENEWGIRLIN TOWN

AMBER, TAMMY & SHELLEYHey look out for that moving vanDriving down our streetsYou better lock up your manBefore he meetsThe New Girl In TownAMBERWho just came on the sceneAMBER, TAMMY & SHELLEYThe New Girl In TownAMBERCan’t be more than sixteenAMBER, TAMMY & SHELLEYAnd she’s got a way of makin’

A boy act like a clownWo-oo, wo-oo, wo-oo, wo-ooWe don’t know what to do’Bout the next girl in townThe New Girl In TownSHELLEYSeems to dance on airAMBER, TAMMY & SHELLEYThe New Girl In TownTAMMYShe’s got the coolest hairAMBER, TAMMY & SHELLEYYou better tell the homecoming queenTo hold on to her crownWo-oo, wo-oo, wo-oo, wo-ooOr she’s gonna lose it toThe New Girl In TownSHELLEY & TAMMYShe’s hip, so coolAMBERI’m gonna get her after school!AMBER, TAMMY & SHELLEYAnd yet we’d like to be like her’Cause she’s the kittenThat the cats preferDYNAMITESThe New Girl In TownDYNAMITE #1Has my guy on a stringDYNAMITESThe New Girl In TownDYNAMITE #3Hey look she’s wearing his ringDYNAMITESI can’t stop crying and soIn my own tears I’m gonna drownWo-oo, wo-oo, wo-oo, wo-ooDYNAMITE #1Cause he wants to rendezvous

DYNAMITESWith the new girlDYNAMITE #2We kinda sad and blueDYNAMITESYes it’s true girlWe’d like to say . . .To The New Girl In TownThe New Girl In TownWo-oo, wo-oo, wo-oo, wo-ooFrom out of the blue girlThis town’s in a stew girlWhat a hullabaloo girlShe ain’t just passing through girlShe’s sticking like glue girlTo the man I thought I knew girlWo-oo, wo-oo, wo-oo, wo-ooHey look out for that moving vanLook out, look out. Look out, look outShe was . . . The New Girl In Town

WELCOME TOTHE 60’sEDNATracy, I haven’t left this house in years.TRACYThen isn’t it time you did.EDNAOh no Tracy, we’ll have yourfather meet with him.

I don’t wanna be seen like this,the neighbors haven’t seenme since I was a size 10.

Don’t make me do it Tracy.

TRACYMa, it’s changing out there. You’lllike it. People who are different, theirtime is coming.

TRACYHey mama, hey mama,Look aroundEverybody’s groovin’ to aBrand new soundHey mama, hey mama,Follow meI know something’s in youThat you wanna set freeSo let go, go, go of the past nowSay hello to the love in your heartYes, I know that the world’sSpinning fast nowYou gotta get yourselfA brand new start

DYNAMITES & TRACYHey mama, Welcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh mama, Welcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohGo mama, go, go, go!

DYNAMITESWelcome to the 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,Hey mama, yeah, yeah, yeah,Yeah, yeah, yeah

TRACYHey mama, hey mama,Have some funEDNAI haven’t left this house since1951!TRACYHey mama, hey mama,Take a chanceEDNAOh Tracy, it’s been yearsSince someone asked me to dance

TRACY & DYNAMITES(So let go, go, go) of the past now(Say hello) to the light inyour eyes

Yes, I know that the world’sSpinning fast nowBut you gotta run the raceTo win the prize

DYNAMITES & TRACYHey mama, Welcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh mama, Welcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohGo mama, go, go, go!

DYNAMITESWelcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,Hey mama,Yeah, yeah, yeahHey mama, Welcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh mama, Welcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohGo mama, go, go, go!Welcome To The 60’sHey mama, hey mamaYeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome to the rhythmof a brand new day

TRACYTake your old-fashioned fearsDYNAMITESAnd just throw them awayYou should add some colorand a fresh new “do”’Cause it’s time for a starWho looks Just like you!

MR. PINKYThere’s my shining star, fantasticto meet you. I’m Mr. Pinky

TRACYIt’s so nice to meet youMR. PINKYTracy, is this your older sister?EDNAFlattery will not distractMiss Turnblad’s agent.

MR. PINKY54 double D??EDNATriple EMR. PINKYI hit the motherload!

DYNAMITESYeah, yeah, yeahWelcome to the 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh mama, Welcome To The 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohGo mama, go, go, go!

DYNAMITE #1Dontcha let nobodyTry to steal your fun’Cause a little touchof lipstick

Never hurt no one

DYNAMITE #2The future’s got a million roadsFor you to chooseBut you’ll walk a little tallerIn some high-heel shoes

DYNAMITE #3And once you find the styleThat makes you feel like you

Something freshSomething new

DYNAMITES & MR. PINKYStep on out, Hear us shoutDYNAMITES & TRACYMama, that’s your cue!!!

EDNAHey Tracy, hey baby,Look at me!I’m the cutest chickieThat you ever did seeHey Tracy, hey baby,Look at usWhere is there a teamThat’s half as fabulous?!

EDNA & DYNAMITESI let go, go, go of the past nowSaid hello to this red carpet rideYes I know that the world’sspinning fast now

Tell Lollobrigida to step aside!Your mama’s welcoming the 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, ohOh your mama’s welcoming the 60’sOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohGo, mama, go, go, go!Welcome To The 60’s

ALLShe's a starTracy go, go, goHey mama, Welcome To The 60’s

EDNAYour mama’s hipTRACYHip!EDNA

Your mama’s inTRACYIn mama!EDNAYour mama’s looking at herselfAnd wondering “where you been?”TRACYWhere YOU been?!EDNAYour mama’s litTRACYLit!EDNAShe’s all aglowTRACYGo mama!EDNAYour mama once was holding backBut mama's gotta let go, go, go!DYNAMITESWelcome to the 6, to the 0To the apostrophe “s”Hey!

(Riffing)

ALLGo mama, go, go, go!!

RUN ANDTELL THATSEAWEEDI can’t see why people lookat me

And only see the colorof my face

Then there’s thoseThat try to help, God knowsBut always have to put mein my place

But I won’t ask you to be color blind’Cause if you pick the fruitThen girl, you’re sure to find . . .The blacker the berryThe sweeter the juiceI could say it ain’t soBut darlin’, what’s the useThe darker the chocolateThe richer the tasteAnd that’s where it’s at . . .Now baby Run And Tell That!!

DETENTION KIDSRun And Tell That!SEAWEEDOh sugar, Run And Tell That!DETENTION KIDSRun And Tell That!

SEAWEEDI can’t see why people disagreeEach time I tell them whatI know is true

And if you come and see theworld I'm from

I bet your heart is gonna feelit too

Yeah, I could lieBut baby, let’s be boldVanilla can be niceBut if the truth be told . . .The blacker the berryThe sweeter the juiceI could say it ain’t soBut darlin’, what’s the use

The darker the chocolateThe richer the tasteThat’s where it’s atOh baby Run And Tell That!!

DETENTION KIDS (repeat)Run And Tell That!SEAWEEDCome here girl. This is mysister, Li’l Inez.

LI’L INEZOh, I know Tracy Turnblad.Good for you girl, you got on the show.TRACYWell, you better be next.LI’L INEZYou got that right.SEAWEEDOh, you know she is,you better show her girl.

LI’L INEZI’m tired of coverin’ up all my prideSEAWEED & DETENTION KIDSSo give me five on theblack-hand side

LI’L INEZI’ve got a new way of movin’And I got my own voiceSEAWEED & DETENTION KIDSSo how can I helpBut to shout and rejoice

LI’L INEZThe people ’round hereCan barely pay their rentThey’re try’n to make dollarOut ’a fifteen centBut we got a spiritMoney just cant buyIt’s deep as a riverAnd soars to the sky, to the sky!!

SEAWEEDI cant seeThe reason it can’t be

The kinda world where weall get our chance

The time is nowSo we can show ’em howJust turn the music up andlet’s all dance

’Cause all things are equalWhen it comes to loveWell, that ain’t quite true’Cause when push comesto shove . . .

The blacker the berryThe sweeter the juiceI could say it ain’t soBut darlin’, what’s the useThe darker the chocolateThe richer the tasteAnd thats where it’s at

SEAWEED & DETENTION KIDS. . . Now Run And Tell That!!

DETENTION KIDS (repeat)Run And Tell That!

BIG, BLONDE ANDBEAUT I FU LMAYBELLEBring on that pecan piePour some sugar on itSugar don’t be shy

Scoop me up a messOf that chocolate swirlDon’t be stingy,I’m a growing girl

I offer big loveWith no apology

How can I deny the worldThe most of me

I am not afraidTo throw my weight aroundPound by pound by poundBecause I’m Big, BlondeAnd Beautiful

Face the factIt’s simply irrefutable

No one wants a mealThat only offers the leastWhen girl we’re servin’ upThe whole damn feast

Slice me off a pieceOf that hog head cheeseThen take a look insideMy book of recipesNow, don’t you sniff aroundFor something fluffy and lightWe need a man who bringsA man-size appetiteWe’ll use a pinch of sugarAnd a dash of spiceWe’ll let ya lick the spoonBecause it tastes so nice

We’ll keep it in our oven’Til it’s good and hotKeep on stirring til it hits the spotBecause I’m . . .

Big, Blonde And BeautifulThere is nothing ’bout usThat’s unsuitableWhy sit in the bleachersTimid and afraidWhen Edna,You look like the whole parade!

They said white has mightAnd thin is inWell that’s just bull’Cause ladys, big is backAnd as for black, it’s beautiful

All shapes and sizes follow meWho wants a twigWhen you can climb the whole tree

BIG, BLONDE ANDBEAUT I FU L (REPRISE)VELMAThose lips, those eyes—EDNA—That food, well, there ain’tnothin like a spread

To get ya in the moodVELMAWilbur, can’t you feel theburning flame of hot desire

You’re gonna need morethan some selzter

To put out this fireEDNAI’m wailing, “look out old Baltimore”VELMAI’m selling something youcan’t purchase

At a ten cent storeEDNAOh Wilbur, I feel like a princess,Come on take me to the ballVELMAI bet you’re tired of heavy liftingGet your hands on something smallEDNABecause I’m a BigVELMABlonde

BOTHAnd BeautifulIt’s time to face the factsit’s irrefutable

VELMAWhy waste one more minuteEDNANow I feel brand spankin’ new!BOTHHey Wilbur, take a look, it’s all for . . .VELMAYou!!??EDNAYou???

(YOU’RE)TIMELESS TO MEWILBURStyles keep a changin’The world’s re-arrangin’But Edna, You’re Timeless To MeHemlines are shorterA beer costs a quarterBut time cannot take whatcomes free

You’re like a stinky old cheese, babeJust getting riper with ageYou’re like a fatal disease, babeBut there’s no cureSo let this fever rage

Some folks can’t stand itSay time is a banditBut I take the opposite viewCause when I need a liftTime brings a giftAnother day with youA twist or a waltzIt’s all the same schmaltz

With just a change inthe scenery

You’ll never be old hat,that’s that!

You’re Timeless To Me

EDNAFads keep a-fadin’Castro’s invadingBut Wilbur, You’re Timeless To MeHairdos are higherMine feels like barbed wireBut you say I’m chic as can be!

You’re like a rare vintage rippleA vintage they’ll never forgetSo pour me a teeny weenie tripleAnd we can toast the factWe ain’t dead yet!

I can’t stop eatingYour hairline’s recedingAnd soon you’ll have nothing at allSo, you’ll wear a wig whileI roast a pig

Hey, pass the GeritolGlenn Miller had brassThat Chubby Checker’s a gasBut they all pass eventuallyYou’ll never be passe, Hip hooray!You’re Timeless To Me

WILBURYou’re like a broken down ChevyEDNAAll I need is a fresh coat of paintWILBURAnd Edna, you got me goin’hot and heavy

You’re fat and old, but baby,boring you ain’t!

WILBUR & EDNASome folks don’t get itBut we never fret it’Cause we know that timeis our friend

Yeah it’s plain to seeThat you’re stuck with meUntil the bitter endAnd we got a kidWho’s blowin’ the lidOff the Turnblad family treeEDNAYou’ll always hit the spot, big shot!You’re Timeless To MeWILBURYou’ll always be du jourmon amour

You’re Timeless To MeEDNAYou’ll always be first stringWILBURRing-a-ding-ding!WILBUR & EDNAYou’re Timeless To MeEDNAYou’re Timeless To MeWILBURYou’re Timeless To MeWILBUR & EDNAYou’re Timeless To Me

I KNOW WHEREI’VE BEENMAYBELLEThere’s a light in the darknessThough the night is black as my skinThere’s a light burning brightShowing me the wayBut I Know Where I’ve Been

There’s a cry in the distanceIt’s a voice that comesfrom deep within

There’s a cry asking whyI pray the answer’s up ahead’Cause I Know Where I’ve Been

There’s a road we’ve been travelin’Lost so many on the wayBut the riches will be plentyWorth the price,The price we had to pay

There’s a dream in the futureThere’s a struggle that we haveyet to win

And there’s pride in my heart’Cause I know where I’m going,yes I do

And I Know Where I’ve Been

There’s a road we must travelThere’s a promise, we must makeBut the riches, the richeswill be plenty

Worth the risk and thechances that we take

There’s a dream in the futureThere’s a struggle that wehave yet to win

Use that pride in our heartsTo lift us up to tomorrow’Cause just to sit stillWould be a sinI know where I’m goingLord knows I Know WhereI’ve Been

Oh, when we winI’ll give thanks to my God’Cause I Know Where I’ve Been

WITHOUT LOVELINKOnce I was a selfish foolWho never understoodNever looked inside myselfThough on the outside, I looked good!Then we met and you made meThe man I am todayTracy, I’m in love with youNo matter what you weigh’Cause . . .

TRACY & LINKWithout LoveLINKLife is like the seasonswith no summer

TRACY & LINKWithout LoveLINKLife is rock ’n’ roll withoutA drummerTRACY & LINKTracy, I’ll be yours forever’Cause I never wanna beWithout LoveLINKTracy, never set me freeLINK & TRACYNo, I ain’t lyin’Never set me freeNo, no, no!!SEAWEEDLiving in the ghettoBlack is everywhere you goWho’d of thought I’d love a girlWho’s skin was white as winter’s snowPENNYIn my ivory tower

Life was just a hostess snackBut now I’ve tasted chocolateAnd I’m never going backPENNY & SEAWEED’Cause Without LoveSEAWEEDLife is like a beat thatyou can’t follow

PENNY & SEAWEEDWithout LovePENNYLife is Doris Day at the ApolloPENNY & SEAWEEDDarling, I’ll be yours forever’Cause I never wanna bePENNYWithout LoveSEAWEEDSo darling, never set me free, noPENNY & SEAWEEDI’m yours foreverNever set me freeNo, no, no!LINKIf I’m left without my baby dollI don’t know what I’ll doTRACYLink, I’ve got to break out soThat I can get my hands on youSEAWEEDGirl, if I can’t touch youThen I’m gonna lose controlPENNYSeaweed, you’re my blackwhite knight

I’ve found my blue-eyed soulALLSweet freedom is our goal

LINKTrace, I wanna kiss yaTRACYLet me out at the next tollALLWithout LoveSEAWEEDLife is like a prom thatwon’t invite us

ALLWithout LoveLINKIt’s like getting my big breakand laryngitis

ALL’Cause Without LovePENNYLife’s a ‘45’ when youcan’t buy it

ALLWithout LoveTRACYLife is like my mother on a dietALLLike a week that’s only MondaysOnly ice cream never sundaesLike a circle with no centerLike a door marked “do not enter!”Darling, I’ll be yours forever’Cause I never wanna be . . .Without LoveSEAWEED & PENNYYes now you’ve captured meWithout LoveTRACY & LINKI surrender happilyWithout LovePENNYOh Seaweed

PENNY & SEAWEEDNever set me freeNo, no, noLINK & TRACYNo, I ain’t lyin’PENNY & SEAWEEDNever set me freeALLNo, no, noSEAWEED & PENNYNo, I dont wanna live WithoutLove, love, loveLINKYeah, yeah, yeahSEAWEEDPretty Penny littleALLDarling, you had best believe me,Never leave me Without Love!

(IT’S)HAIRSPRAYCORNYAnd now, broadcast livein front of

A live studio audience, for theFirst time, from the certified,up-to-code

WYZT studio—It’s The Corny Collins MissHairspray Spectacular!

COUNCIL GIRLSHe’s Corny!!CORNY. . . brought to you by UltraClutch Hairspray!

CORNYWhat gives a girlPower and punch?

Is it charm, is it poise?No, It’s Hairspray!

What gets a galAsked out to lunchIs it brains, is it dough?No, It’s Hairspray!

If you take a rideWith no can at your sideThen your flip will be goneWith the wind

But if you spray it and lock it,You can take off in a rocketAnd in outer spaceEach hair will be in place

Why take a chanceWhen you get up and danceIf you twist, I insistYou use Hairspray

And tell your motherHer head she should smotherWith “Ultra Clutch” faithfully

So if you’re a redhead,A blonde or brunetteJust take my adviceAnd you might just getThe only thing betterthan Hairspray

That’s me!

COUNCIL KIDSSka-doo-dle-e-yaDoo-dle-e-ya do wahCORNYForget the milkmanThe only thing betterthan Hairspray

COUNCIL KIDSHairspray! Wow!CORNYThat’s me!

CORNY & COUNCIL KIDSWhat makes a manReach out and touch?“Ultra Clutch!”

So if you’re a redhead,A blonde or brunetteJust take my adviceAnd you might just getCORNYThe only thing betterthan Hairspray

That’s me!

COUNCIL KIDSSka-doo-dle-e-yaDoo-dle-e-ya do wahCOUNCIL GIRLSHe’s Corny Collins!CORNYThe only thing betterthan Hairspray

COUNCIL KIDSHairspray! Wow!CORNYThat’s me!COUNCIL KIDSSka-doo-dle-e-ya do wahSka-doo-dle-e-ya do wah!COUNCIL KIDSDo wow!CORNY“Hey, baby, you look like youcould use a stiff one!”

COUNCIL MEMBERSka-doo-dle-e-ya-do do wah!!!!

YOUCAN’T STOP

TRACYYou can’t stop an avalancheAs it races down the hillYou can try to stop theseasons, girl

But ya know you never willAnd you can try to stop mydancin’ feet

But I just cannot stand still’Cause the world keeps spinning’Round and ’roundAnd my heart’s keeping timeTo the speed of sound

THE BEAT

I was lost ’til I heard the drumsThen I found my way

TRACY & LINK’Cause You Can’t Stop The BeatEver since this old world beganA woman found out if she shook itShe could shake up a manAnd so I’m gonna shake and shimmy itThe best that I can today’Cause you can’t stopThe motion of the oceanOr the sun in the skyYou can wonder if you wannaBut I never ask whyAnd if you try to hold me downI’m gonna spit in your eye and sayThat You Can’t Stop The Beat!

PENNYYou can’t stop a riverAs it rushes to the seaSEAWEEDYou can try and stop the handsof time

But’cha know it just can’t bePENNYAnd if they try to stop us, Seaweed,PENNY & SEAWEEDWe’ll call the NAACP!’Cause the world keeps spinning’Round and ’round.SEAWEED’Round and ’roundPENNYAnd my heart’s keeping timeTo the speed of soundSEAWEEDSpeed of sound, yeah

PENNYI was lost till I heard the drumsThen I found my way

PENNY & SEAWEED’Cause You Can’t Stop The BeatEver since we first saw the lightA man and woman liked to shake itOn a Saturday nightAnd so I’m gonna shake and shimmy itWith all my might today’Cause you can’t stopThe motion of the oceanOr the rain from aboveThey can try to stop the paradiseWe’re dreaming ofBut they cannot stop the rhythmOf two hearts in love to stay’Cause You Can’t Stop The Beat!ENDAYou cant stop my happiness’Cause I like the way I amAnd you just can’t stop myknife and fork

When I see a Christmas hamSo if you don’t like the way I lookWell, I just don’t give a damn!

ENDA & ENSEMBLE’Cause the world keeps spinning’Round and ’roundAnd my heart’s keeping timeTo the speed of soundI was lost til I heard the drumsThen I found my way’Cause You Can’t Stop The BeatEver since this old world beganA woman found out if she shook itShe could shake up a man(Go mama go)

And so I’m gonna shake and shimmy itThe best that I can today(Go mama, show ’em mama)

’Cause you cant stopThe motion of the oceanOr the sun in the sky(Go go go)You can wonder if you wannaBut I never ask why(Go mama, go go go)And if you try to hold me downI’m gonna spit in your eye and say(Go mama, show ’em mama)That You Can’t Stop The Beat!

MOTORMOUTHAlright Miss Buttercup . . . it’sTime to wrap this mutha’ up!Oh, oh, oh,You can’t stop todayENSEMBLENo!MOTORMOUTHAs it comes speeding down the trackENSEMBLEOoh, child yes!MOTORMOUTHYesterday is historyENSEMBLEBe gone!MOTORMOUTHAnd it’s never coming back

ENSEMBLELook aheadALLCause tomorrowMOTORMOUTHIs a

ALLBrand new dayMOTORMOUTHAnd it don’t know white from blackALLYeah!

MOTORMOUTH & ENSEMBLE’Cause the world keeps spinning’Round and ’roundAnd my heart’s keeping timeTo the speed of soundI was lost til I heard the drumsThen I found my way’Cause You Can’t Stop The Beat

Ever since we first saw the lightA man and woman liked to shake itOn a Saturday nightAnd so I’m gonna shake and shimmy itWith all my might today’Cause you can’t stop

The motion of the oceanOr the rain from aboveThey can try to stop this paradiseWe’re dreaming ofBut you cannot stop the rhythmOf two hearts in love to stay’Cause You Can’t Stop The Beat

ALLEver since we first saw the sunA man and woman like to shake itWhen the day is doneSo we’re gonna shake and shimmy itAnd have some fun today

You can’t stopThe motion of the oceanOr the rain from above

You can try to stop the paradiseWe’re dreaming ofBut they cannot stop the rhythmOf two hearts in love to stay

’Cause You Can’t Stop The Beat!You Can’t Stop The Beat!You Can’t Stop The Beat!

COME SO FAR(GOT SO FAR TO GO)QUEEN LATIFAH, NIKKI BLONSKY,ZAC EFRON AND ELIJAH KELLEYHey old friend, let’s look backOn the crazy clothes we woreAin’t it fun to look backAnd to see it’s all been done before

All those nights togetherAre a special memoryAnd I can’t wait for tomorrowJust as long as you’redancing next to me

’Cause it’s so clearEvery yearWe get strongerWhat’s gone is goneThe past is the pastTurn the radio upAnd then hit the gas’Cause . . .

I know we’ve Come So FarBut we’ve Got So Far To GoI know the road seems longBut it won’t be long ’till it’s time to goSo, most days we’ll take it fastAnd some nights lets take it slowI know we’ve Come So FarBut babyWe’ve Got So Far To Go

Hey old friend, togetherSide by side and year by yearThe road was filled with twistsand turns

Oh but that’s the road thatgot us here

Let’s move past the bad timesBut before those memories fadeLet’s forgive but not forgetAnd learn from the mistakes we made

’Cause it’s so clearEvery yearWe get strongerSo don’t give upDon’t say whenAnd just get back on the road again

’Cause . . .I know we’ve Come So FarBut we’ve Got So Far To GoI know the road seems longBut it won’t be long till it’stime to go

So, most days we’ll take it fastAnd some nights lets take it slowI know we’ve Come So FarOh but baby, babyWe’ve Got So Far To Go

Hey old friend come along for the rideThere’s plenty of room so jump insideThe highway’s rocky every now and thenBut it so much better thanwhere I’ve been

Just keep movin’, at your own speedYour heart is all the compassyou’ll ever need

MAMA,I’M A BIGGIRL NOW

Let’s keep cruisin’ the road we’re on’Cause the rear view mirror only showswhat’s gone, gone, gone

’Cause it’s so clearEvery yearWe get strongerSo shine that lightTake my handAnd let’s dance into tomorrow land

’Cause . . .I know we’ve Come So FarBut we’ve Got So Far To GoI know the road seems longBut it won’t be long till it’stime to go

So, most days we’ll take it fastAnd some nights lets take it slowI know we’ve Come So FarOh but baby, babyWe’ve Got So Far To Go

COOTIESAIMEE ALLENThey came from way far outIn outer spaceShe’s hard to missAnd so they landed on her faceShe’s got Cooties!They’ve found a place to nestShe’s got Cooties!If I were her I’d be depressedLong tailed, sharp nailedFuzzy legs, laying eggs

“Oh no! Get ’em away!”

In science classShe’s like a walking show-and-tellHer pet skunk ran away

’Cause it couldn’t take the smellShe’s got CootiesNobody wants to sit by herShe’s got Cooties!Don’t need a coat’Cause she’s got fur!Circle, circle,Dot, dot, dotGlad I got my cootie shot!

“Come on boys, let’s stamp ’em out!”

BOYSShe’s got Cooties!AIMEEShe’s just as friendly as can beBOYSShe’s got Cooties!AIMEEShe shows them cootie hospitalityBOYSShe’s got Cooties!AIMEEShe’s like a living “Twilight Zone”BOYSShe’s got Cooties!

“Quick, uh, can you get RodSerling on the phone?”

Black, white, red, greenEvery color in betweenDresses like a circus clownSomebody oughta hose her downGrew up in a cootie zooI bet her two-ton mama’s got ’em too!

CRAZED MAN“She’s coming!”AIMEEShe’s just as friendly as can be

She shows them cootie hospitalityThis girlie’s sure to catch your eyeShe surely likes to let her freak flag fly

Come on boys!Let’s dance!Let’s stamp ’em out!

Black, white, red, greenEvery color in betweenDresses like a circus clownSomebody oughta hose her downGrew up in a cootie zooI bet her two-ton mama’s got ’em too

NIKKI BLONSKY, MARISSA JARETWINOKUR AND RICKI LAKE

MOMSStop!NIKKIStop telling me what to doMOMSDon’t!RICKIDon’t treat me like a child of twoMOMSNo!MARISSAI know that you want what’s bestMOMSPlease!NIKKIBut mother, please,GIRLSGive it a rest!!!ALLStop! Don’t! No! Please!

Stop! Don’t! No! Please!Stop! Don’t! No! Please!Mama, I’m A Big Girl Now!NIKKIOnce upon a time when Iwas just a kid

You never let me do just what theolder kids did

But lose that laundry list of whatyou won’t allow

GIRLS’Cause Mama, I’m A Big Girl NowRICKIOnce upon a time I playedwith “childhood” toys

But now I’d rather play aroundwith “older” boys

So, if I get a hickey, please don’thave a cow

GIRLS’Cause Mama, I’m A Big Girl NowMARISSAMa, I gotta tell you thatwithout a doubt

I get my best dancing lessonsfrom you

You’re the one who taught mehow to “Twist and Shout”

Because you shout non-stopAnd you’re so twisted too!Wo-oh - oh - oh - ohNIKKIOnce I used to fidget ’causeI just sat home

RICKIBut now I’m just like Gidgetand I gotta get to Rome!

MARISSASo say, arrivederci!

NIKKIToodle-loo!RICKIAnd ciao!GIRLS’Cause Mama, I’m A Big Girl NowALLStop! Don’t! No! Please!Stop! Don’t! No! Please!Stop! Don’t! No! Please!GIRLSMama, I’m A Big Girl Now(Hey mama, say mama)MARISSAOnce upon a time I was ashy young thing

RICKICould barely walk and talk somuch as dance and sing

NIKKIBut let me hit that stage,I wanna take my bow

GIRLS’Cause Mama, I’m A Big Girl NowNIKKIWo-oh - oh - oh - ohOnce upon a time I used todress up ‘Ken’

RICKIBut now that I’m a woman,I like bigger men

MARISSAAnd I don’t need a barbie dollto show me how

GIRLS’Cause Mama, I’m A Big Girl NowGIRLSMa, you always taught me

What was right from wrongAnd now I just wanna give it a tryMama, I’ve been in the nestfor far too long

So please give a push andmama watch me fly

NIKKIWatch me flyGIRLSHey, mama, say mamaMARISSASomeday I will meet a manyou won’t condemn

RICKIAnd we will have some kidsand you can torture them

TRACYBut let me be a star beforeI take that vow

GIRLS’Cause Mama, I’m A Big Girl NowMARISSAOh-oh - ohGIRLSMama, I’m A Big Girl NowNIKKIHey -hey - heyGIRLSMama, I’m a big girlRICKIOoh, such a big, big girl!GIRLSI’m a big girl nowALLStop! Don’t! No! Please!Stop! Don’t! No! Please!Stop! Don’t! No! please!GIRLSMama, I’m A Big Girl Now!!!

“THE DYNAMITES” VOCALISTS: SHAYNA STEELE / KAMILAH MARSHALL /TERITA REDD

ENSEMBLE: JOHN WEST-VOCAL CONTRACTOR / BOBBI PAGE-VOCALCONTRACTOR / CARMEL ECHOLS / AYANA WILLIAMS / SABRINA SLOAN /CHYLA ANDERSON / DAVIA WALKER / CLIFF FRAZIER / MICHAEL MAYO /TERRON BROOKS / LOUIS PRICE / ARNOLD MCCULLER / JOHN WEST / CLARKETHORELL / LEONARD SULLIVAN / PETER MATHEW SMITH / CHESTERGREGORY / WILLIS WHITE / LESLIE KRITZER / MICHAEL CUNIO / KATHARINELEONARD / JENN GAMBATESE / JESSICA ROTTER / CANDICE RUMPHBURROWS / LAURA LIVELY / SOPHIA PIZZULO / CHRISTOPHER JOHNSON /JONATHAN BYRAM / JAMISON SCOTT ROBINSON / SHOSHANA BEAN /BOBBI PAGE / DONNA VIVINO / MARC SHAIMAN / MATT SULLIVAN / FRANKWOLF / LUCIAN PIANE / KEITH COTTON

GOSPEL CHOIR: LA MASS CHOIR/NEW DIMENSION, DONALD TAYLOR -CHOIR DIRECTOR

MUSIC CONTRACTORS: SANDY DECRESCENT / PETER ROTTER

FEATURED RHYTHM MUSICIANS: KEITH COTTON / PETER CALO / DAVIDSPINOZZA / CLINT DE GANON / RICK GRATTON / FRANCISCO CENTENO / JIMCOX / GEORGE DOERING / LARRY SALTZMAN / DEAN PARKS / MICHAELTHOMPSON / PAUL JACKSON JR. / NEIL STUBENHAUS / NATHAN EAST /MICHAEL VALERIO / JOHN “JR” ROBINSON / STEVE SCHAEFFER / MIKEFISHER

FEATURED HORN SECTION: SAXOPHONES: DAN HIGGINS / LARRY WILLIAMS/ BILL LISTON / JOEL PESKIN TRUMPETS: GARY GRANT / JERRY HEY / WAYNEBERGERON / WARREN LUENING / LARRY HALL TROMBONES: ALEX ILES /CHARLIE LOPER / STEVE HOLTMAN / BILL REICHENBACH

MUSIC PREPARATION: JOANN KANE MUSIC SERVICE

CONCERT MASTER: RALPH MORRISON

THE HOLLYWOOD STUDIO SYMPHONYVIOLINS: RALPH MORRISON - CM / JULIE ANN GIGANTE - P2 / EUN-MEE AHN/ JACQUELINE BRAND / REBECCA BUNNELL / DARIUS CAMPO / ROBERTOCANI / LILY HO CHEN / JOEL DEROUIN / BRUCE DUKOV / ARMENGARABEDIAN / ENDRE GRANAT / HENRY GRONNIER / ALAN GRUNFELD /TAMARA HATWAN / ERIC J. HOSLER / AIMEE KRESTON / DIMITRIELEIVICI / PHILLIP LEVY / MARINA MANUKIAN / LIANE MAUTNER / GRACE E.OH / SID PAGE / KATIA POPOV / RAFAEL RISHIK / JAY ROSEN / MARC SAZER/ KENNETH YERKE

VIOLAS: PAMELA GOLDSMITH – 1ST / BRIAN DEMBOW / MARLOW FISHER /MATTHEW FUNES / RICK GERDING / KEITH GREENE / JENNIE HANSEN /PIOTR JANDULA / SHAWN MANN / DARRIN MC CANN / SHANTI RANDALL /DAVID WALTHER

CELLI: ANTONY COOKE – 1ST / STEVE ERDODY / ERIKA DUKE-KIRKPATRICK /CHRISTINE ERMACOFF / PAULA HOCHHALTER / DENNIS KARMAZYN /TIMOTHY LANDAUER / DANE LITTLE / DERMOT MULRONEY / ANDREWSHULMAN / CECELIA TSAN

BASS: NICO ABONDOLO – 1ST / DREW D DEMBOWSKI / NATHAN EAST /EDWARD MEARES / BRUCE MORGENTHALER / DAVID PARMETER / SUSANRANNEY / NEIL STUBENHAUS / MICHAEL VALERIO

FLUTES: LOUISE DILLON - 1ST / GREG HUCKINS / GERALDINE ROTELLA

CLARINETS: JAMES KANTER – 1ST / GARY BOVYER / BRANDON FIELDS /MICHAEL VACCARO / RALPH WILLIAMS

SAXES: DANIEL HIGGINS – 1ST / BILL LISTON / JOEL PESKIN /LAWRENCE WILLIAMS

OBOES: THOMAS BOYD – 1ST / PHILLIP AYLING

BASSOONS: ROSE CORRIGAN – 1ST / ALLEN SAVEDOFF

HORNS: JAMES THATCHER – 1ST / STEVEN BECKNELL / BRIAN O’CONNOR /RICHARD TODD

TRUMPETS: JERRY HEY – 1ST / WAYNE BERGERON / DANIEL FORNERO /GARY GRANT / JON LEWIS

TROMBONES: CHARLES LOPER –1ST / CRAIG GOSNELL / STEVEN HOLTMAN /ALEXANDER ILES / ANDREW MARTIN / WILLIAM REICHENBACH

GUITARS: GEORGE DOERING / WELDON DEAN PARKS / MICHAEL THOMPSON

PERCUSSION: ALAN ESTES – 1ST / LUIS CONTE / PAULINHO DA COSTA / BRADDUTZ / DANIEL GRECO / BRIAN KILGORE / PETER LIMONICK / JOHN FROBINSON / STEVEN SCHAEFFER / DONALD J WILLIAMS

KEYBOARDS: MARC SHAIMAN / KEITH COTTON / JAMES COX / RANDYKERBER / MIKE LANG

HARP: GAYLE LEVANT

Music by Marc ShaimanLyrics by Scott Wittman and Marc ShaimanMusic Produced by Marc Shaiman“Cooties” Produced by Marc Shaiman and Lucian PianeAll songs © 2000, 2001, 2002 by Winding Brook WayMusic (ASCAP) and Walli Woo Entertainment (ASCAP)and lyrics used by permission of Hal Leonard Corporationexcept “Ladies’ Choice,” “The New Girl In Town,” and “ComeSo Far (Got So Far To Go)”—© 2007 New Line Tunes(ASCAP) and “Big, Blonde and Beautiful (Reprise)”—©2007 New Line Tunes (ASCAP), Winding Brook WayMusic (ASCAP), and Walli Woo Entertainment (ASCAP).

MUSIC BY MARC SHAIMANLYRICS BY SCOTT WITTMAN AND MARC SHAIMAN

MUSIC PRODUCED BY MARC SHAIMANEXECUTIVE PRODUCED BY PAUL BROUCEK AND JASON LINN

MUSIC SUPERVISOR: MATT SULLIVAN

VERY SPECIAL THANKS: CRAIG ZADAN AND NEIL MERON

RECORDING ENGINEER: FRANK WOLFADDITIONAL ENGINEERING: CHRIS SPILFOGEL, PETE KARAM AND FAB

ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: STEPHEN STEPANIC, GREG HAYES,PATRICK SPAIN, STEVE GENEWICK, RYAN KENNEDY AND ERIC WEAVERMIXING ENGINEERS: FRANK WOLF, ED CHERNEY AND PETER MOKRAN

MASTERED BY DOUG SAX

MUSIC EDITORS: LISA JAIME, SALLY BOLDT, WILL KAPLAN AND KATRINA SCHILLERSCORE PROGRAMMERS: BRETT PIERCE AND LUCIAN PIANEORCHESTRATORS: MARC SHAIMAN, JEFF ATMAJIAN, BRUCE COUGHLIN,BRAD DECHTER, JERRY HEY, DAN HIGGINS AND HAROLD WHEELER

MUSIC DIRECTOR: LON HOYT

STUDIOS: CANADIAN BROADCASTING CORPORATION, CAPITOL STUDIOS, CONWAYRECORDING STUDIOS, LEGACY RECORDING STUDIOS, THE MASTERING LAB, MSI,RECORD PLANT, SONY MUSIC STUDIOS, STAGE M AND WESTLAKE RECORDING STUDIOS

SOUNDTRACK EXECUTIVE: JASON CIENKUSSOUNDTRACK DIRECTION: SANDEEP SRIRAMMUSIC BUSINESS AFFAIRS EXECUTIVES: LORI SILFEN AND JOHN F.X. WALSHART DIRECTION: GREG ALLEN FOR GAPDPHOTOGRAPHY: DAVID JAMES

THANKS TO: PETER AXELRAD, ALICE CALAMAR, MARK CAVELL, CLAIRE & BILL,JOE KARA, KEVIN KERTES, RICHARD KRAFT, GENEVIEVE MORRIS, SOHRAB NAFICI,RICHARD READ, KIM REESE, SCOTT RIESETT, MARK SENDROFF AND RISHI SHAH

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