In Honor of David Cronenberg Turning "The Fly" into an Opera Brundle Fly, on wall (allegro):

"I can freely trundle from wall to ceiling,
Oh! My many eyes! What a feeling!
I do wish I didn't have a taste for poo;
but if you could fly like Brundle Fly
You'd deal with it, too!"

Crowd staring up at Brundle Fly (allegro):

He can trundle, trundle!
He is Brundle, Brundle!
See him there, upon the wall!
Into my soup I hope he doesn't fall!

Brundle Fly, on ceiling (andante):

Looking down / At so many of you;
Are my many eyes filled with deceit?
Ah, yes; I have become a fly;
I must be off to find some rotting meat.

Crowd, waving "shoo" hands around their faces (allegro):

He is Brundle, Brundle!
What a bundle, bundle!
Of him should we be afraid?
To be safe let's stock up on Raid!

Brundle Fly, almost transformed, melancholy, perched on meat (adagio):

Now spiderwebz / Haunt my dreamzzz;
The edge of every glazz is a prezipice;
Buzz by far / My greatest regret
Is paying alimony to Geena Davis!

Crowd, carrying cans of Raid and burning flyswatters (allegretto):

Brundle Fly!  Brundle Fly!
The time has come for you to die!
It is disgusting to watch your molts!
Especially when you're Eric Stoltz!

Brundle Fly (allegro):

Zzzzzzz!!!

Crowd (presto):

Brundle Fly!  Brundle Fly!
We must kill you until you die!
Before you knock up a hag that
Will give birth to a maggot!

Brundle Fly (vinaigrette):

Zzzzzzz!  Zzzz, zzz zzzz;
Zzzzzz zzz / Zzzz zz zzzz!
Zzzzzzzzzz, z, zzzz?
Zzz Zzz Zzz / Zzz Zzzzzz!

Crowd (presto change-o):

Brundle Fly!  Brundle Fly!
When everything is said and done!
You must say you were as surprised
As we were at your Broadway run!


Crowd sprays Raid onto burning flyswatters, a great buzz rises then fades, curtain drops on the dissipating bloom of flame.

"Fin."

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