Maison Des Lunes

When a man like me is thwarted
And denied his honeymoon
When the pretty thing he's courted
Refuses to swoon
Then the time has come for a murky plan
For which he turns to a murky man
To find that fiend where better than
At the Maison Des Lunes
You'll be strapping up an inmate
Very tightly, very soon
But we won't bring him in late
Check in time's noon
How sad Mourice is not too well
Prepare a five star padded cell
And lock him in for a long long spell
At the Maison Des Lunes
Do I make myself entirely clear?
It's the simplest deal of your whole foul career!
Put Maurice away and she'll be here in moments
In a dreadful state
She'll capitulate to me!
Oh, oh, oh, I love incarceration
I could lock up a platoon
Hey, well imply your incarnation to a mantle of doom
So, wave one bachelor goodbye
She'll be my bride
She'd rather die
Than have her daddy ossify?
The times opportune
So book the church, raise glasses high
To the Maison des Lunes!



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Alan Irwin Menken
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