Whole New Ball Game Now
A young boy, Eugene, has just been handed a picture of a naked lady—the first he’s ever seen—by his brother. His mother calls the boys for dinner, and his brother exits. Eugene hollers, “Just a minute! Just a minute...” then sings:
EUGENE: Just a minute or two ago,
I was still a child, I know,
Fighting tooth and nail with puberty...
I was foolish, I was green,
I was at that age between,
When one wanders as bewildered as can be...
But...at my advancing age,
I have turned a sudden page,
And I’ve come to know what I could never see.
Life is colorful and new,
Now I’ve had a sample view,
Of the wonders that it has in store for me!
Excuse me, brother, my head is spinnin’,
I can’t get rid of this grin I’m grinnin’,
Oh, what a childlike state I’ve been in...
It’s a whole new ball game now!
My eyes as big as the kitchen sink,
My throat is dry, I’m afraid to blink,
Now what would A.J. Cronin think?
It’s a whole new ball game now!
Holy smoke! How dark and dull and dim the day was,
‘Till I awoke to the golden palace of the Himalayas!
If ignorance is bliss...
Then someone tell me, what is this?
My head is spinnin’ like a big tornado,
My heart is burstin’ like a hand grenade, oh
Nora, dear, you’re a small potato!
(His mother calls him again, angrily, as his lima beans are getting cold.)
Lima beans? Oh, wow!
‘Cause it’s a whole new ball game now!
©1994 Deborah Abramson and Adam Steinberg
Exercise: Song for Brighton Beach Memoirs by Neil Simon
Music: Deborah Abramson
New Tuners Workshop, Chicago, Illinois