(Enter Poona.)

     POONA
It was at that very moment that many years went by.

     (Pause.)

This may take a minute.

     (Pause.)

     (While Poona is waiting for many years to go by, the Penis s Band comes in and plugs
     in their amps and instruments.  When they re ready, the Penis enters to front the band for
     this song:)

     THE BAND
I can't wait for the future
They told me I could start right away
So gimme some "tomorrow", I'll pay back the time I borrowed
And tonight could be another day.

(slower, more dreamlike:)

          PENIS
  If I had a time machine
     You know what I would do?
     Travel to the future, babe
     To see if I got you.

     THE BAND
I can't wait for the future
I wanna be ahead of my time.
So let's pick up the tempo.  If they ask me what I'm in for
Tell them: hindsight oughtta be a crime.

          PENIS
  If I had time machine
     You know what I would do?
     Skip us past this awkward stage
     And make sweet love to you.

Whoops, sorry kids

(Blistering guitar solo.  While a time machine is brought in and set up.)

     PENIS & THE BAND
So step inside my time machine
I'll show you how the story ends
Just can't wait to carbon-date your family and your friends.
We'll take a look at years gone by, and years come back again.
Or whisk you to the denouement while we count down from ten...

     (faster than ever:)                        (nine)
                                                  (eight)
     PENIS                                             (seven)
I can't wait for the future.                                  (six)
So gimme some of "then" right now.                (five)
I haven't got the patience for hanging out in stations           (four)
Just get me there, I don't care how.                             (three)
I haven't got the patience for hanging out in stations           (two)
Just get meeeeeeeeee...                            (one)

     (BZAAP!)

     (Suddenly it is many years later.  Everybody is gone except a single Stagehand
     pounding a nail into the wall to hang a sign that says "Many Years Later".  Another
     Stagehand comes in and taps the first one on the shoulder.)

     SECOND STAGEHAND
In the future, they won't have signs that say "Many Years Later".

     (The first Stagehand thinks about that.)

     FIRST STAGEHAND
Wow.  Technology.

     (The Stagehand pulls out the nail and exits.)