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