Author: Bob Horton

Prodigal son
I'm one son,
I want fun,
Got my health,
Want my wealth.

Father
I'm the dad,
Got two lads.

Other son
I'm the son that's here to stay.

Prodigal son
Give me money, then I'll away.

Father
Here my son, just your due, half my wealth I give to you.

COUNTS OUT MONEY

Father
One

Prodigal son
Two

Other son
Three

Father
Four

Prodigal son
Five

Other son
Six

Father
Seven

Prodigal son
Eight

Other son
Nine

Father
Ten, and

Prodigal son
Off I go to foreign land. Off I go to place in sun, Whoopeedo, it's fun, fun, fun.

EXIT FATHER AND OTHER SON, PRODIGAL SON PICKS UP SUITCASE, DOLLARS IN BACK POCKET.

Scrounger   
He's got money, 'nuff to lend, to him I'll be a real good friend.

Boozer
Listen mate, be of good cheer, shout us just, another beer.

Beauty
I've got beauty, I've got stealth, only want him for his wealth.

Prodigal son
Friend, friend, friend, on you, just let me, spend, spend, spend.

Boozer
What's to loose - on the booze

Beauty 
Make the scene, poker machine.

Scrounger 
O you beaut, real sharp suit.

TAKES JACKET OFF PRODIGAL SON'S BACK

Prodigal son
Oh, my head! Find a bed. Room, motel. One to sell?

Landlord
To you ‘tis sold, but first gold.

Prodigal son     
Here's my stash, Plenty cash. OPENS BAG, IT'S EMPTY Oh, it's all spent, Not a cent.

Landlord           
No more food, no more wine. Give you job, feeding swine.

Prodigal son
Take my fill, eat pig swill. Not a friend. Is this the end? This lad, home to dad. Apologise for behaviour. Can I be a common labourer?

EXIT PRODIGAL SON

Narrator
Pretty sad, all forlorn. Takes to walking way back home.

Father ENTERS
Folks come quick, what's this I see. Son is coming, home to me. Celebrate, have a laugh. Go, let's kill, fatted calf. Have a dance, have a do. Yes, let's have a barbeque.

Other son
Father, you are oh so glad, Prodigal son's been oh so bad, all I'm asking can't you see, don't  you ever think of me?

Father GRASPING BOTH SONS
So I make a happy sound, your brother lost, and now is found. Son, oh son, oh can't you see, you have always been with me?

Narrator
God's our Father, God's our Dad, be you lass, or be you lad, by whatever sin you live, through Jesus Christ, He will forgive.

THE END