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
Fools
Out here
So exciting
Colors crowds and smells
Out here
Where it's twice as noisy
As the bells
Somehow
I can wander through this
Helter shelter without fear now
No one sees I'm here now
Out here in the world
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
Topsy turvy
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets
Topsy turvy
Join the bums and thieves and strumpets
Streaming in from Chartres to Calais
Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the 6th of Janus Ervy
All because it's Topsy turvy day
Into this crowd strode a young cavalier
Captain phoebus demartan at your service
Whose dashing manner and bold swagger
Could not quite conceal the haunted look in his eyes
New to Paris just back from the front
One of those handsome fellows to whom
All the girls take a liking
Thank you ladies
