Echoes of ‘Mikado’

My eyes are fully open

To an awful situation:

The Times’ review of Dudley Moore,

With Miller’s condemnation.

I must think your music critic

Has forgotten all his senses,

And missed the point of change of scene--

It’s witty consequences.

For W.S., and G. and S.,

And even “Hello, Dolly!”

Can change their place and even race

And not be show-biz folly.

So for L.A.’s finest opera

A word of compliment to flatter.

And a pie-in-the-face for Martin B. --

Who really doesn’t matter.

CHORUS

Who really doesn’t matter,

Who really doesn’t matter,

Who really doesn’t matter,

matter, matter, matter,

matter, matter. SIR RUTHVEN MURGATROYD

(a.k.a. MICHAEL RITCHIE)

Los Angeles