Erik Liberman - Topsy Turvy, Pt. 1 lyrics

CONGREGATION: 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 rule Come and join the Feast of - CLOPIN: - Fools! QUASIMODO: Out here - CONGREGATION: So exciting Colors, crowds, and smells QUASIMODO: Out here - CONGREGATION: Where it's twice as noisy As the bells QUASIMODO: Somehow I can wander through this Helter-skelter without fear now No one sees I'm here now Out here in the world CLOPIN: 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 CONGREGATION: Topsy Turvy CLOPIN: Beat the drums and blow the trumpets CONGREGATION: Topsy turvy CLOPIN/CONGREGATION: Join the bums and thieves and strumpets Streaming in from Chartres to Calais CLOPIN: Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy On the 6th of Janu-ervy CLOPIN/CONGREGATION: All because it's Topsy Turvy Day PHOEBUS (spoken): Into this crowd strode a young cavalier: Captain Phoebus deMartan, at your service CONGREGATION (spoken): Whose dashing manner and bold swagger could not quite conceal the haunted look in his eyes PHOEBUS (spoken): New to Paris, just back from the front CONGREGATION (spoken): One of those handsome fellows to whom all the girls take a liking PHOEBUS (spoken): Thank you, ladies