Topsy Turvy
Music by Alan Menken
Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz
Performed by Paul Kandel (Clopin) and Chorus
Crowd
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
Ev'ry man's a kind and ev'ry 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
Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!
Crowd
Topsy Turvy!
Clopin
Ev'rything is upsy daisy!
Crowd
Topsy Turvy!
Clopin
Ev'ryone is acting crazy
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet
That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day
All
Topsy Turvy!
Clopin and Crowd
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets
All
Topsy Turvy!
Clopin and 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 and Crowd
All because it's Topsy Turvy Day!
Clopin
Come one, come all!
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance
See the myst'ry and romance
Come one, come all!
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance la Esmeralda...
Dance!
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!
So make a face that's horrible and frightening
Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing
For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools!
Crowd
Topsy Turvy!
Clopin
Ugly folk, forget your shyness...
Crowd
Topsy Turvy!
Clopin
You could soon be called Your Highness!
Crowd
Put your foulest features on display
Be the King of Topsy Turvy Day!
Clopin
Ev'rybody!
Crowd |
Clopin |
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Once a year we throw a party here in town Once a year we turn all Paris upside down Once a year the ugliest will wear a crown Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day |
Hail to the King! Oh, what a king! Girls, give a kiss! We've never had a king like this |
Clopin and Crowd
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 drop in
Where the beer is never stoppin'
For the chance to pop some popinjay
And pick a king who'll put the "top" in Topsy Turvy Day!
Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!