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