here comes a special boy
(k. crooker, j.gamache)

have you heard who's on his way?
i've been counting down the days
finally we'll have some fun
he's got hugs for everyone
word is out and we can't wait
things are gonna be so great
once philippe is on the scene
everything is peachy keen

oh philippe! oh philippe!
you bring us very special joy.
dressed like a bumblebee
with your special kind of glee
oh philippe! oh philippe!
you’re a very special boy.
cause you’re squeaky clean
standing on a drum machine

when i’m sad…hugz!
feeling blue…hugz!
you're so rad …hugz!
needing you…hugz!
when i’m down…hugz!
you come through…hugz!
don’t you frown…hugz!
i’ve got you…hugz!

here comes a special
here comes a very special
here comes a special
here comes a very special boy!

there are lots of boys around
the special ones are very rare
there aren't many to be found
we've been looking everywhere
things were starting to look bleak
until we heard about philippe
we're in desperate need of cheer
don't give up hope, he's almost here

oh philippe! oh philippe!
you bring us very special joy.
dressed like a bumblebee
with your special kind of glee
oh philippe! oh philippe!
you’re a very special boy.
cause you’re squeaky clean
standing on a drum machine

when i’m sad…hugz!
feeling blue…hugz!
you're so rad …hugz!
needing you…hugz!
when i’m down…hugz!
you come through…hugz!
don’t you frown…hugz!
i’ve got you…hugz!

here comes a special
here comes a very special
here comes a special
here comes a very special
here comes a special
here comes a very special boy!

have you heard who's on his way?
i've been counting down the days
finally we'll have some fun
he's got lots of hugs for everyone

oh philippe! oh philippe!
you bring us very special joy.
dressed like a bumblebee
with your special kind of glee
oh philippe! oh philippe!
you’re a very special boy.
cause you’re squeaky clean
standing on a drum machine
manual


smoke machine

(carla norton, s. drinkwater, j. gamache)

tonight i came here on my own
but will i have to leave alone?
the music starts, i move my feet
i lost my love but found the beat
the lights, the sound, i have no fear;
and then the smoke it fills the air.
a splash of pink a beam of blue
then i see you…

but are we dancing in a dream
or is it just the smoke machine?
we know this is where we belong
dancing to our favorite songs
is this your usual routine?
or is it just the drum machine?
that makes me want to stay all night
‘ cause if you ask me to i might

the strobe lit up your perfect face
when i turned ‘round you’d left no trace
you disappeared into the crowd
i disappeared into the cloud
the lights, the sound, i turn and stare
and still the smoke it fills the air.
a splash of green, a beam of blue
then i see you again…

but are we dancing in a dream
or is it just the smoke machine?
we know this is where we belong
dancing to our favorite songs
is this your usual routine?
or is it just the drum machine?
that makes me want to stay all night
‘ cause if you ask me to i might

the smoke pours down from high above
i can just make out your silhouette
i’m not looking out for love
let’s live tonight with no regrets
there's more dancing to be done
and now you're walking back over to me
the sounds are loud, the night is young
no better time, no better place,
there's nowhere else that i'd rather be

but are we dancing in a dream
or is it just the smoke machine?
we know this is where we belong
dancing to our favorite songs
is this your usual routine?
or is it just the drum machine?
that makes me want to stay all night
‘ cause if you ask me to i might

is this your usual routine?
or is it just the drum machine?
are we dancing in a dream
or is it just the smoke machine?