REVELERS:
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!
QUASIMODO:
Out here
REVELERS:
So exciting! Colors, crowds, and smells
QUASIMODO:
Out here
REVELERS:
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!
REVELERS:
Topsy Turvy
CLOPIN:
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets
REVELERS:
Topsy turvy
CLOPIN & REVELERS:
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 & REVELERS:
All because it's Topsy Turvy Day
CONGREGANT (PHOEBUS):
Into this crowd strode a young cavalier:
Captain Phoebus de Martan, at your service
CONGREGANTS:
Whose dashing manner and bold swagger could not quite conceal the haunted look in his eyes
PHOEBUS:
New to Paris, just back from the front
FEMALE CONGREGANT:
One of those handsome fellows to whom all the girls take a liking
PHOEBUS:
Thank you, ladies
