Andrew Lloyd Webber - Magical Lasso - Live At The Royal Albert Hall/2011 lyrics
[Andrew Lloyd Webber - Magical Lasso - Live At The Royal Albert Hall/2011 lyrics]
(BUQUET mysteriously appears
A length of fabric serving as a cloak
And a piece of rope as the Punjab
Lasso he is showing off to the BALLET GIRLS)
Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole served as the
Nose that never grew
(Demonstrating his method of
Self-defence against the punjab lasso
He inserts his hand between his neck and
The noose, and then pulls the rope taut
With a mixture of horror and delight
The BALLET GIRLS applaud this demonstration)
(explaining to them) you must be always
On your guard or he will catch you with his
Magical lasso! (A trap opens up centre stage
Casting a shadow of the
PHANTOM as he emerges the GIRLS
Linking hands run off terrified the PHANTOM
Leading CHRISTINE fixes his stare on BUQUET
Sweeping his cape around
CHRISTINE, he exit's with her But
Before they go GIRY
Has entered, observing she turns on BUQUET)
Those who speak of what they know
Find, too late, that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet hold your tongue
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes
A length of fabric serving as a cloak
And a piece of rope as the Punjab
Lasso he is showing off to the BALLET GIRLS)
Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole served as the
Nose that never grew
(Demonstrating his method of
Self-defence against the punjab lasso
He inserts his hand between his neck and
The noose, and then pulls the rope taut
With a mixture of horror and delight
The BALLET GIRLS applaud this demonstration)
(explaining to them) you must be always
On your guard or he will catch you with his
Magical lasso! (A trap opens up centre stage
Casting a shadow of the
PHANTOM as he emerges the GIRLS
Linking hands run off terrified the PHANTOM
Leading CHRISTINE fixes his stare on BUQUET
Sweeping his cape around
CHRISTINE, he exit's with her But
Before they go GIRY
Has entered, observing she turns on BUQUET)
Those who speak of what they know
Find, too late, that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet hold your tongue
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes