No, please no
Not tonight, please no
Mister, can't you go?
Not tonight, can't have a scene
What?
Go, please go
You, Hello, sir
I said no important customer
What am I, just a blur?
You sit all night, you never buy
That's a lie, that's a lie
I had a tea the other day
You couldn't pay
Oh yeah
Benjamin Coffin III? Here?
Oh no
Wine and beer
The enemy of Avenue A
We'll stay
Oy vey
What brings the mogul in his own mind
To the Life Cafe?
I would like to propose a toast
To Maureen's noble try
It went well
Go to Hell
Was the yuppie scum stomped?
Not counting the homeless
How many tickets weren't comped?
Why did Muffy
Alison
Miss the show?
There was a death in the family
If you must know
Who died?
Our Akita
Evita
Mimi, I'm surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
Who don't adhere to deals
They make fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Dearly beloved
We gather here to say our goodbyes
Dies irae, dies illa
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On this night when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass
You bet your ass, to
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
To days of inspiration
Playing hooky
Making something out of nothing
The need to express
To communicate
To going against the grain
Going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension
To starving for attention
Hating convention
Hating pretension
Not to mention, of course
Hating dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits
To no absolutes
To Absolut
To choice
To The Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an us, for once
Instead of a them
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
Is the equipment in a pyramid?
It is, Maureen
The mixer doesn't have a case
Don't give me that face
Ahem
Hey, Mister
She's my sister
So that's five miso soup
Four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
Ew
It tastes the same
If you close your eyes
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?
Wine and beer
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
Mucho masturbation
Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it's new
To Sontag
To Sondheim
To anything taboo
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage
Lenny Bruce
Langston Hughes
To the stage
To Uta
To Buddha
Pablo Neruda, too
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
La vie Bohème
And wipe the speakers off before you pack
Yes, Maureen
Well, hurry back
Sisters?
We're close
Brothers
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
Pee-wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame, never playing the Fame Game
To marijuana
To sodomy
It's between God and me
To S & M
Waiter, waiter, waiter
La vie Bohème
In honor of the death of bohemia, an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner
Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea being stirred
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary
About his inability to hold an erection on high holy days
And Maureen Johnson
Back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot
Will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder
While accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she has never studied
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us
There's nothing to know
Don't you think that we should discuss
It was three months ago
He doesn't act like he's with you
We're taking it slow
Where is he now?
He's right, hmm
Uh huh
Where'd he go?
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the ten gallon plastic pickle tub
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
Virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
"Actual Reality, act up, fight AIDS
Check
Excuse me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all night long
I've been trying, I'm not lying
No one's perfect, I've got baggage
Life's too short, babe, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine
I should tell you
I've got baggage too
Should tell you
Baggage, wine, and beer
AZT break
You?
Me, you?
Mimi
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No, please no
Not tonight, please no
Mister, can't you go?
Not tonight, can't have a scene
What?
Go, please go
You, Hello, sir
I said no important customer
What am I, just a blur?
You sit all night, you never buy
That's a lie, that's a lie
I had a tea the other day
You couldn't pay
Oh yeah
Benjamin Coffin III? Here?
Oh no
Wine and beer
The enemy of Avenue A
We'll stay
Oy vey
What brings the mogul in his own mind
To the Life Cafe?
I would like to propose a toast
To Maureen's noble try
It went well
Go to Hell
Was the yuppie scum stomped?
Not counting the homeless
How many tickets weren't comped?
Why did Muffy
Alison
Miss the show?
There was a death in the family
If you must know
Who died?
Our Akita
Evita
Mimi, I'm surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
Who don't adhere to deals
They make fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Dearly beloved
We gather here to say our goodbyes
Dies irae, dies illa
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On this night when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass
You bet your ass, to
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
To days of inspiration
Playing hooky
Making something out of nothing
The need to express
To communicate
To going against the grain
Going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension
To starving for attention
Hating convention
Hating pretension
Not to mention, of course
Hating dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits
To no absolutes
To Absolut
To choice
To The Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an us, for once
Instead of a them
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
Is the equipment in a pyramid?
It is, Maureen
The mixer doesn't have a case
Don't give me that face
Ahem
Hey, Mister
She's my sister
So that's five miso soup
Four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
Ew
It tastes the same
If you close your eyes
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?
Wine and beer
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
Mucho masturbation
Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it's new
To Sontag
To Sondheim
To anything taboo
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage
Lenny Bruce
Langston Hughes
To the stage
To Uta
To Buddha
Pablo Neruda, too
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
La vie Bohème
And wipe the speakers off before you pack
Yes, Maureen
Well, hurry back
Sisters?
We're close
Brothers
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
Pee-wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame, never playing the Fame Game
To marijuana
To sodomy
It's between God and me
To S & M
Waiter, waiter, waiter
La vie Bohème
In honor of the death of bohemia, an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner
Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea being stirred
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary
About his inability to hold an erection on high holy days
And Maureen Johnson
Back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot
Will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder
While accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she has never studied
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us
There's nothing to know
Don't you think that we should discuss
It was three months ago
He doesn't act like he's with you
We're taking it slow
Where is he now?
He's right, hmm
Uh huh
Where'd he go?
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the ten gallon plastic pickle tub
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
Virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
"Actual Reality, act up, fight AIDS
Check
Excuse me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all night long
I've been trying, I'm not lying
No one's perfect, I've got baggage
Life's too short, babe, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine
I should tell you
I've got baggage too
Should tell you
Baggage, wine, and beer
AZT break
You?
Me, you?
Mimi
Not tonight, please no
Mister, can't you go?
Not tonight, can't have a scene
What?
Go, please go
You, Hello, sir
I said no important customer
What am I, just a blur?
You sit all night, you never buy
That's a lie, that's a lie
I had a tea the other day
You couldn't pay
Oh yeah
Benjamin Coffin III? Here?
Oh no
Wine and beer
The enemy of Avenue A
We'll stay
Oy vey
What brings the mogul in his own mind
To the Life Cafe?
I would like to propose a toast
To Maureen's noble try
It went well
Go to Hell
Was the yuppie scum stomped?
Not counting the homeless
How many tickets weren't comped?
Why did Muffy
Alison
Miss the show?
There was a death in the family
If you must know
Who died?
Our Akita
Evita
Mimi, I'm surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
Who don't adhere to deals
They make fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Dearly beloved
We gather here to say our goodbyes
Dies irae, dies illa
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On this night when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass
You bet your ass, to
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
To days of inspiration
Playing hooky
Making something out of nothing
The need to express
To communicate
To going against the grain
Going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension
To starving for attention
Hating convention
Hating pretension
Not to mention, of course
Hating dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits
To no absolutes
To Absolut
To choice
To The Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an us, for once
Instead of a them
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
Is the equipment in a pyramid?
It is, Maureen
The mixer doesn't have a case
Don't give me that face
Ahem
Hey, Mister
She's my sister
So that's five miso soup
Four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
Ew
It tastes the same
If you close your eyes
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?
Wine and beer
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
Mucho masturbation
Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it's new
To Sontag
To Sondheim
To anything taboo
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage
Lenny Bruce
Langston Hughes
To the stage
To Uta
To Buddha
Pablo Neruda, too
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
La vie Bohème
And wipe the speakers off before you pack
Yes, Maureen
Well, hurry back
Sisters?
We're close
Brothers
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
Pee-wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame, never playing the Fame Game
To marijuana
To sodomy
It's between God and me
To S & M
Waiter, waiter, waiter
La vie Bohème
In honor of the death of bohemia, an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner
Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea being stirred
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary
About his inability to hold an erection on high holy days
And Maureen Johnson
Back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot
Will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder
While accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she has never studied
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us
There's nothing to know
Don't you think that we should discuss
It was three months ago
He doesn't act like he's with you
We're taking it slow
Where is he now?
He's right, hmm
Uh huh
Where'd he go?
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the ten gallon plastic pickle tub
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
Virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
"Actual Reality, act up, fight AIDS
Check
Excuse me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all night long
I've been trying, I'm not lying
No one's perfect, I've got baggage
Life's too short, babe, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine
I should tell you
I've got baggage too
Should tell you
Baggage, wine, and beer
AZT break
You?
Me, you?
Mimi
Writer: Jonathan D. Larson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group