Crowd Come one, come all! Leave your loops 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 king 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 daysy! 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 Topy 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! Why? 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 Once a year we throw a party here in town Clopin Hail to the king! Crowd Once a year we turn all Paris upside down Clopin Oh, what a king! Crowd Once a year, the ugliest will wear a crown Clopin Girls, give a kiss Crowd Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day Clopin 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
