Lyrics Marvin At The Psychiatrist - A Three-Part Mini-Opera - Andrew Rannells , Christian Borle , Anthony Rosenthal

My father says that love
Is the most beautiful thing in the world
I think games are
I think chess is the most
Beautiful thing
Not love

Marvin at the Psychiatrist, a three-part mini opera
Part One

Do you love him?

Sorta kinda

Do you need him?

Sorta kinda
He makes me smile a lot
Especially at mealtime
It makes me feel I'm sort of smart

Hm
Is he special?

He's delightful

And romantic?

Yes, and spiteful
But yet it seems that so am I

Just enjoy what you can
Love the boy, not the man

Man
Sorta stylish

Kinda very

Mmm, very very sorta

And kind of hard to describe...?

Yes, yes, I think that's very true

When he's naked-

Yes?

Does he thrill you?

Yes!

Is he vicious?

Yes!

Would he kill you?

Yes
I think he's sorta kinda mean
But I love him, and I need it
If he loved me, I'd concede it

Don't despise what you feel
Love the friend, not the heel

Heel

He's sometimes worthless

Sometimes evil

Sometimes smarmy

Part Two

Explore, Mr. Marvin
Your core, Mr. Marvin
Note how your wife, your ex-wife's subtle glories
Coupled with her tragic stories
Move me in unreported ways
At her very first session
She made quite an impression
Do you mind that?
She was here to speak of Jason
And I find that
I hope Jason acts out more
'Cause there's a few more things we need explored

Good

Good
You said she was withholding—

Right

Well that's not quite true

No?

Perhaps she held back love from you

Did she really?

I just know what I'm told
'Cause when I met your wife, she was anything but cold
It wasn't quite precise to say that she was ice
When I met your wife, she was very nice
Very, very, very
Was she faithful? Be objective

Yes

She was faithful

Yes

And you wanted to
Impress her

Yes sir, yes sir
But impress her I did not

Did she sweat a lot?

What?

Was she ruthless?

Huh?

Narcissistic?

Who-?

Let me vary the mood

Yes, please

Does she sleep in the nude?

Nope

No, does not sleep nude
Okay, going on
I have questions
That should probably go unanswered
But there're questions
Like, does she wear a negligé
Could you blow and it would blow away?
Since the session's nearly through
Tell me, what is going on with you?

So, now you're interested in me?

Of course

Part Three

My son's distressing

My father's snide

I'm convalescing

He's morbid and dissatisfied

What should I do now?

He loves another

I agree

I love my mother

Why not me?
We go to ball games

The ball is tossed

The pitcher's handsome

Yeah, and our team lost

Is that my fault, though?
Should I be blamed for that?

Explore museums

Admire art

We stand together

But we stand there looking miles apart
How do I reach him?
What words of wisdom?
What should I do now?

My father says that love
Is the most beautiful thing in the world
I think games are
I think chess is the most
Beautiful thing
Not love

Marvin at the Psychiatrist, a three-part mini opera
The End