0:00 The overture begins on Monday morn,0:04 A tweet is fired, a new crisis born.0:09 A talking head appears on cable news,0:14 To analyze the subtext and the clues.0:19 A bill is drafted in a frantic haze,0:23 (It's fifteen hundred pages, what a maze!)0:28 The press corps gathers, breathless for the spin,0:33 Let the magnificent, mad week begin!0:38 It's another opening in Washington!0:43 The plot is lost, the funding's over-run!0:47 We sing the lines, though they make no sense at all,0:52 It's the weekly Capitol curtain call!0:57 The logic's gone, the stakes are oh-so-high!1:02 We pinch ourselves and ask, "Oh, me, oh, my!"1:06 Is this real life or just a fever dream?1:11 (The prompter's broken, or so it would seem!)1:16 A hearing's called for Wednesday afternoon,1:21 They're grilling someone captured on cartoon.1:26 The quotes fly out, completely out of sync,1:30 They give us whiplash just to stop and think.1:35 A scandal drops, then vanishes by four,1:40 Replaced by something even more bizarre!1:45 We do a quick-change, learn a brand new scene,1:50 The most chaotic show you've ever seen!1:54 It's another opening in Washington!1:59 The plot is lost, the funding's over-run!2:04 We sing the lines, though they make no sense at all,2:09 It's the weekly Capitol curtain call!2:13 The logic's gone, the stakes are oh-so-high!2:18 We pinch ourselves and ask, "Oh, me, oh, my!"2:23 Is this real life or just a fever dream?2:28 (The prompter's broken, or so it would seem!)2:33 (Music slows, a single spotlight shines)2:37 Just for a moment, we forget our lines.2:42 Could there be sense? A point we've somehow missed?2:47 A simple story in this tangled twist?2:52 (Orchestra swells dramatically)2:56 No, that's the cue! The finale's getting near!3:01 Grab your conviction, hide your rising fear!3:06 (Full cast, huge crescendo, kick line forms)3:11 IT'S ANOTHER OPENING IN WASHINGTON!3:16 THE PLOT IS LOST, THE FUNDING'S OVER-RUN!3:20 WE SING THE LINES, THOUGH THEY MAKE NO SENSE AT ALL,3:25 IT'S THE WEEKLY CAPITOL CURTAIN CALL!3:30 (The curtain falls, then rises for one last line)3:35 See you next Friday... eight o'clock is fine!
