| Upstairs At O'Neals | Yet another pain where the ulcers grow, by the Entire Ensemble. |
| Stools | Rumbunctiousness reigns as Montevecchi meets Durante. Ms. Neuwirth and her accomplices, Mr. Bernstein and Mr. Ryder. |
| Cancun | Mr. Ryder tastefully toots an atypical topical tropical tally (Down Mescaline Way.) |
| Something | The world according to Karp. Mr. Bernstein interpreting. |
| I Furnished My One Room Apartment | A West Side Story carolled by Ms. Weeks. |
| Little H And Little G | The Gleeman and Gleegirls in unison, delivering a recently discovered musicalization of the Fairy Tale of Humperdinck (Engelbert, not Engelbert.) |
| The Ballad Of Cy And Beatrice | Ms. Edwards is the canary this time, warbling a tale of two seeds. |
| Soap Operetta | We're simply doing this because an educated consumer is our best customer. The Entire Ensemble. |
| Signed, Peeled, Delivered | The Entire Ensemble in a spontaneous fit of harmony and production pret-a-porter. Mr. Ryder is the signature. |
| The Feet | Pas de deux or pas de don't, that is the question. Answered by the Corps de Chanson. |
| The Soldier And The Washerworker | The Obligatory Gaelic Feminist A Capella Rondelay. Our Girleen is Ms. Neuwirth. |
| Talkin' Morosco Blues | Supply side theatrics (or any old storm in a Portman) as postulated by Mr. Ryder. Guitar accompaniment by Willie Niniger |
| Mommas' Turn | The Ladies of the Afternoon, performed by the Ladies of the Evening. |
| All I Can Do Is Cry | Ms. Weeks and her woebegotten account of life at 58th and Fifth. |
| Cover Girls | Ms. Neuwirth, Ms. Edwards, and Ms. Peacock show us why Harper is bizarre with Mr. Bernstein portraying F. Stop Fitzgerald. |
| Boy, Do We Need It Now | Ms. Peacock finally gets a chance to sit down and tell us like it is. |
| Upstairs At O'Neals Reprise | All our Troubadours piping hot, hoping that the night has a thousand ayes. |
