"Master of Disaster" genre: Musicals/Broadway
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	NEW SONG! #7 SONG 0N OCTOBER 15, 2003*****Hilarious tribute to Irwin Allen disaster pictures 'The Poseidon Adventure' and 'The Towering Inferno!'
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	Lyrics I love Spielberg movies I'd even call them art And I respected the Altman films For the wisdom they impart But of all the great directors There's one I most admire For making sure All the characters By picture's end Expire Irwin Allen is the master Of Hollywood disaster Everyone agrees That no producer's better At making actor's deader It's his field of expertise And one can only wonder Who'll be six feet under By the time the credit's run 'Cause I know that I'm relyin' On some has-been actors dyin' By the time Irwin Allen is done He gets together all these has-beens On a New Year's cruise to Athens When a tidal wave sweeps in And when the ship flips upside-down he Kills off most the cast by drowning But here's where his genius begins He leaves the only ten survivors With a priest who's like MacGyver To lead them through thin and through thick A typical Irwin Allen flick Get's my palms all hot and sweaty As the stars get steamed and wet he Can turn a boat to splints Deep six Shelley Winters Without even blinking an eye That's why the master of disaster Is my kind of guy! Now just a few year's later Our hero elevator's To the top of his career He builds a San Francisco tower That a mammoth blaze devours That blockbuster gets me right here I suck on Jujyfruits and Twizzlers As celebs turn into sizzlers It's an evening of 5-alarm fun By the final reel the cast is well-done And baby, nothin' gets me higher Than a man who plays with fire He gets L.A. heavy-hitters To guest as crispy critters And I'm anything but Bone dry That's why the master of disaster Is my kind of guy! Yeah, my heart goes pitter patter For the sounds of screams and splatter This fact I cannot deny That's why the master of disaster Is my kind of Each time he brings me quakes, floods and Avalanche snows My lava flows For the man who calls the shots He's got my loins tied knots he's A tease with all that maiming Dismembering and laming God, that guy is good And with every act of havoc I'm a little more spasmadic I get randier more than I should And just like all those has-beens Who line up for blocks just to die! I'm an Irwin Allen groupie He makes me moist and poopy It may seem kinda loopy I cannot lie 'Cause the master of disaster Is my kind of guy!

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