Patrick Page - Rest and Recreation lyrics

PHOEBUS: Four years at the front Give a man a zest For a little rest And recreation For the chance to hunt For the spiciest In the way of rest And recreation Give me your girls of pleasure Your grapes of Merlot Show me your wares and measure One large sample Sample them at my leisure This three-day furlough Should be ample I have born the brunt Of a soldier's test Now I've made my way Where I get to play At rest and recrea- Four years at the front Four years at the front CONGREGATION: Cannon fodder lying in the field below the castle Is this the third week or the fourth week of the siege? The air filled with a stench of bodies in a trench PHOEBUS: Whoever pays the most I call 'My Liege' CONGREGATION: Summoned here to Paris now I'm far away from battle From clotting blood and rotting wounds Of dead and dying men PHOEBUS/CONGREGATION: And whatever I do I'll make sure this is true PHOEBUS: I will never go back again Darling, to be blunt You are with the best That's why I've been blessed With this promotion I've been working hard Now I'm gonna be Captain of the Guard Ain't that a notion? Like other true knights I've got ambition But for a few nights Fun is my mission So what do you say Care to share a day Of rest and recreation FROLLO(spoken): Captain, welcome to the Cathedral Guard PHOEBUS (spoken): I'm grateful for the opportunity to serve you, my Lord FROLLO (spoken): Your early arrival is most auspicious. The pestilence of these gypsies grows more dangerous every day FROLLO: Captain, you and I Have a task we share Stopping them and their Proliferation Paris looks to us - PHOEBUS: - To us FROLLO: To rid her streets of crime - PHOEBUS: - To rid her streets of crime FROLLO: This is war and thus - BOTH: - There is no time for Rest and recreation