(depressed deadpan, as if having lost the will to continue living)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Schlemiel, schlemazel...

(Shirley trips at this point, but doesn't get up, choosing to just lie face-down on the sidewalk in defeat. Dystopian images of Milwaukee, now run-down and decaying, are shown as discordant horns squeak out a half-hearted fanfare.)

We're not gonna do it

Would you spare some change for us, sir?
Our hopes are crushed, there is no answer
We cannot make our dreams come true
Doin' it no way

Tried so hard, but we have failed now
And it seems our train's derailed now
Any dream we have cannot come true
There is just no way

Nothing we haven't tried
I can define the word "impossible"
This time, there's no hope for us
We cannot do it

There's nowhere for us to go now
Had a dream, but we don't know how
We'll ever make that dream come true

And we'll do it no way
There's no way
We'll make our dreams come true
Oh, we'll do it no way
There's no way
We'll make our dreams
Come true
For me and you...