Show Stoppin Number

It's a
 Show stoppin' number
 A real showstopper
 A show stoppin' number, c'mon...
 Something to shock 'em,
 To bring them a-crawlin'
 A big time box office draw
 With the press and the glamour
 We'll kill the reviews
 Spotlight on Mr. Ingenue
 So fill up your tumbler
 Got a show stopping number for you
 Professor, please
 If they find us, they will kill us!
 A show stoppin' number
 Is something you die for
 A real catchy ear-wormy tune
 An award-winning score
 That seeps in and out of your pores
 A ditty to make the chorus girls swoon
 It'll unify humanity
 In a thundering chorus
 No exits from this Broadway venue
 So splash those shiny cymbals
 Got a show stopping hymnal for you
 This song's pretty good, huh?
 I bet you didn't know I was also a composer
 In fact, while I've been preparing for the apocalypse
 I've also been writing my own musical
 Do you mind if I give you the pitch?
 We don't have time
 Fucking go for it
 It's called 'Workin' Boys: A New Musical!'
 It's the story of a group of old college chums
 Sure, they've found 'success' in the business world
 Still, they can't help but long for the simpler times
 Back in that beat up old house at the edge of campus
 But those glory days?
 They're gone for good
 ...Or are they?
 This here is the title number
 Business calls
 I'm up to my ass in shit
 What is this business?
 Markets are crashing
 And I'm at the edge of my wits
 I just can't take it
 When all I want to do
 Is spend the day with
 Greg...
 And Steve...
 And Stu...
 And Mark...
 And Leighton...
 And Chad
 Ring ring
 The phone rings
 I answer it
 Oh, hey, Greg
 I'm swamped...
 With Business
 Stocks, bonds, golden parachutes
 Remember those days on the football field, Greg?
 Last weekend feels like ages ago
 What?
 Today?
 After work?
 On the football field?
 The old stompin' grounds, eh, Greg?
 Just you and me...
 And Steve
 And Stu
 And Mark
 And Leighton
 And... Chad
 Five o'clock
 I'll see you then, Greg!
 I'll see you then...
 All I want to do
 Is spend the day with Steve and...
 Five o'clock can't come soon enough
 Five o'clock can't come soon enough
 Five o'clock can't come soon enough
 I can't wait to get home to my boys
 A show stoppin' number
 A real showstopper
 An aria to rule them all
 They'll throw us their money at full price admission
 The world will come tumbling down
 Hamilton move over, your new competition's in town
 Hey, Henry
 Greg!
 Is that really you?
 Professor, no!
 That's not Greg!
 Been a long time
 Hey, boys!
 Wanna toss that pigskin around?
 Stu!
 You haven't aged a day!
 Is it five o'clock already?
 It must be!
 Come on, Henry.
 We've got some catching up to do.
 Workin boys
 We're up in our ass in shit
 What is this business?
 Five o'clock can't come soon enough
 Five o'clock can't come soon enough
 Five o'clock can't come soon enough
 I can't wait to get home to my boys