Topsy Turvy (Part 2)

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
You remember last year's king
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?
Topsy turvy!
Ugly folks, forget your shyness
Topsy turvy
You could soon be called, ‘your highness'
Put the foulest features on display
Be the king of topsy turvy day.

Sanctuary iii

Topsy turvy…

Listen to their jeers and laughter…

Topsy turvy…

Am i to be their joke year after?

Topsy turvy

All my kindness they've debased

Topsy turvy.

All because the hunchback showed his face

Topsy turvy iv

Clopin: ladies and gentlemen! We've asked for the ugliest face in paris, and we've found him! Quasimodo, the hunchback of notre dame!

Everybody…

Once a year
We throw a party
Here in town.

Hail to the king.

Once a year
We turn all paris
Upside down.

Oh, what a king!

Once a year
The ugliest will
Wear a crown

Clopin: girls, give a kiss.

Once a year
On topsy turvy day!

We've never had king like this!

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
Topsy turvy
Mad and crazy
Upsy-daisy
Topsy turvy day.