The singing is far too cheery for me. Everyone seems to be singing of love, or of pain, or of joy, or of death. Too much singing.
The worst parts are the dancing, of course. Watching customers come in and do a five part harmony and musical number around the shelves was mildly horrifying.
It is a bit more than I can take. I am thinking of not opening tomorrow if this is still going on. Perhaps this will pass quickly, and the sound of music can once again be just a terrible idea fading in the night.
Straight in, suck up and go, Cool it, swallow, swallow Breathe deep, take it all It comes cheap Push it through the doors Because in between the lines I'm gonna pack more lines So I can get in Ooh traffic jam got more cars Than a beach got sand Suck it up, suck it up, suck it up, Fill it up until no more I'm no crazy creep, I've got it coming To me because I'm not satisfied The hunger keeps on growing I eat too much I drink too much I want too much Too much