Topsy Turvy

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!
Everything is upsy daisy!
Topsy Turvy!
Everyone is acting crazy
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet
That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day

Come one, come all!

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!

Topsy Turvy!
Ugly folk, forget your shyness
Topsy Turvy!
You would soon be called Your Highness!
Put your foulest features on display
Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day!

Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down
Once a year, the ugliest will wear a crown
Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day

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!

Topsy Turvy!
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets
Topsy Turvy!
Join the bums and thieves and strumpets
Streaming in from New York to L.A.
Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the sixth of January
All because it's Topsy Turvy Day!

Topsy Turvy!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Laurence Schwartz, Alan Irwin Menken
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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