Topsy Turvy

Композитор: Alan Menken
Автор слов: Stephen Schwartz

People:
Come one! Come all!
Leave your looms and milking stools
Coop the hens and pen the mules!
Come one! Come all!
Close the churches and the schools!
It's the day for breaking rules!
Come and join the feast...of...

Clopin:
Fools!

Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down
Every man's a king and every king's a clown
Once again, it's topsy turvy day!

It's the day the devil in us gets released
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
Everything is topsy turvy at the feast of fools!

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
Everything is upsy-daisy!

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
Everyone is acting crazy
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet
That's the way on topsy turvy day!

...

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin & Crowd:
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets!

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin & Crowd:
Join the bums and thieves and strumpets
Streaming in from Chartres to Calais

Clopin:
Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the sixth of "Januervy"

Clopin & Crowd:
All because it's topsy turvy day!

Clopin:
Come one! Come all!
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance
See the mystery and romance
Come one! Come all!
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance la Esmeralda...Dance!

...

Clopin:
Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for!
Here it is, you know exactly what's in store!
Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore!
Now's the time we crown the king of fools!

Clopin:
So make a face that's horrible and frightening
Make a dace as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing
For the face that's ugliest will be the king of fools!
Why?

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
Ugly folks, forget your shyness!

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
You could soon be called your highness!

Crowd:
Put your ugliest features on display
be the king of topsy turvy day!

...

Crowd:
Once a year, we thorw a party here in town
Clopin:
Hail to the king!

Crowd:
Once a year, we turn all Paris upside down
Clopin:
Oh what a king!

Crowd:
Once a year the ugliest will wear a crown
Clopin:
Girls, give a kiss

Crowd:
Once a year on topsy turvy day
Clopin:
We've never had a king like this

All:
And it's the day we do the things that we deplore
On the other three-hundred-and-sixty-four
Once a year we love to frop in
Where the beer is nerer stoppin'
For the chance to pop some popinjay
And pick a king who'll put the top
In topsy...turvy...day (Topsy turvy)
(Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy topsy turvy day!)