| 'Sin'.... The explanation of the word itself is as much | | | | 'Sin! .... Oh, to have to begin, to describe an act of |
| of a devilish quest as the countless and twisted | | | | impervious din! |
| definitions on offer; the meaning confounds, it teases | | | | It is lying, and cheating, and fornication is in, |
| and torments the minds of the masses .... always has | | | | Yet to enjoy this Life You must do All to Win! |
| ... stretching back into the shadowy tomes and | | | | Twirling and prancing, embezzling within! |
| reckonings of distant ages. | | | | That grandest ...... that evil, that leads You to grin! |
| A slight against the 'All Powerful'? A disobedience that | | | | (saxophone solo). |
| cannot be tolerated? A mere trifle magnified to | | | | It is Sin! da da .. Sin .... Sii-iii-nnn .... It's S-i-n!' |
| ensure the ongoing power struggle? Wayward | | | | The Devil breaks into a Las Vegas style tap dance |
| caprice? | | | | routine ably supported by His scarlet sequinned |
| Or something more? ....... | | | | minions. Cavorting and wildly jiving to the brassy |
| Perhaps One should consult the Master whose | | | | rhythms. |
| domain apparently encompasses this Greatest of | | | | (coda begins, as that swanky Lucifer returns to the |
| 'Vices'. | | | | microphone.) |
| Old Nick, that wily Beelzebub, the Satanic Prince of | | | | 'It is Sin! da da da da .. Sin ... Ju-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-usst |
| the Air ....... THE DEVIL! A clap of resonant thunder, | | | | SIII-IIII-NNNN!' |
| the skies ripped asunder with blazes and flashes of a | | | | ..... 'da na da da da da, da na da da dooooo-ooo' (lights |
| sulphuric furnace. The horn, the tail, the trident, the | | | | fade and music softens.) 'That devilishly, deliciously |
| glowing eyes, the impish cascade of mirth. It is HE! | | | | and so fashionably in! .... It ..... is ........ (greater pause) ....... |
| (Or 'She', if You can believe Meryl Streep's version.) | | | | Si-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-nnnnnn!' .... bows allround as flaming velvet |
| So, Mister D. Ville of the realms, What, pray tell, is | | | | curtains descend. |
| 'Sin'!? | | | | That about sums it up Folks! It doesn't get much |
| The band strikes a tune, chorus lines of Satanic | | | | clearer than that! And 'Yes'! ... 'even I too have |
| effigies high kick as the song begins: (cue smoke and | | | | sinned!'. (raunchy brass solo ends with the flinging of a |
| fireballs for effect if You will). | | | | leopard-print g-string onto the camera lens .... fade to |
| The Devil throws back His feted head and croons in | | | | black. |
| a smoky baritone manner ... (the lights dim): | | | | |