Super Duper Hula Hooper Andrew Lloyd Webber

(Murray's Club, a fairly seedy basement in Soho, relatively empty tonight, with a scattering of men in suits, each at his individual small table, some engaged in earnest conversation with respectably dressed but over-made-up young women. A small orchestra plays some jaunty late-fifties-type melody. A Crooner sings energetically into a microphone, standing in front of the tiny cabaret stage, on which, at the back, are three girls wearing skimpy grass skirts, topless, entirely motionless as the law required, one arm up holding a pineapple, among them an exceptionally pretty dark girl of sixteen with a mass of copper hair: CHRISTINE KEELER; in front of them, half a dozen Singer-Dancers, also grass-skirted and pineapple-fronded, revealingly dressed but not topless, all spinning hula-hoops. STEPHEN WARD moves confidently towards a table at the side and takes a seat. It's the summer of 1959.)

[CROONER]
If you wanna make friends
Spin your body round and round!

[GIRLS]
Don't let your hoop
Fall to the ground

[CROONER]
Everyone can do this
Grab yourself a little fun

[GIRLS]
Follow me
And see how it's done

[CROONER]
Long as you got rhythm
You got all that you need

[GIRLS]
Don't be a party-pooper
Be a Super Duper Hula Hooper!