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Topsy Turvy
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Kandel
Paul Kandel
Vocals
Chorus of the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Chorus of the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Performer
Bruce Botnick
Bruce Botnick
Performer
Michael Starobin
Michael Starobin
Performer
David Friedman
David Friedman
Performer
Jack Everly
Jack Everly
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Composer
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz
Composer
Michael Starobin
Michael Starobin
Orchestrator
David Friedman
David Friedman
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Producer
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz
Producer
Bruce Botnick
Bruce Botnick
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Foley
Jordan Foley
Creative Director

Lyrics

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 rules Come and join the 'Feast Of Fools' 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 pig and shock that 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 our bouquet That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day 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 January All because it's Topsy Turvy Day Come one, come all Hurry, hurry, here's your chance To see the mystery and romance Come one, come all See the finest girl in France Make an entrance to entrance Dance la Esmeralda, dance 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'll 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 Everybody 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 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
Writer(s): Stephen Laurence Schwartz, Alan Irwin Menken Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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