Topsy Turvy - Pt. 1

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 rule

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-skelter 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 Jan-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