People: 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... Clopin: 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 prig and shock the priest Everything is topsy turvy at the feast of fools! Crowd: Topsy turvy! Clopin: Everything is upsy-daisy! Crowd: Topsy turvy! Clopin: Everyone is acting crazy Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet That's the way on topsy turvy day! ... Crowd: Topsy turvy! Clopin & Crowd:Beat the drums and blow the trumpets! Crowd: Topsy turvy! Clopin & Crowd:Join the bums and thieves and strumpets Streaming in from Chartres to Calais Clopin: Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy On the sixth of "Januervy" Clopin & Crowd:All because it's topsy turvy day! Clopin: Come one! Come all! Hurry, hurry, here's your chance See the mystery and romance Come one! Come all! See the finest girl in France Make an entrance to entrance Dance la Esmeralda...Dance! ... Clopin: 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! Clopin: So make a face that's horrible and frightening Make a dace as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing For the face that's ugliest will be the king of fools! Why? Crowd: Topsy turvy! Clopin: Ugly folks, forget your shyness! Crowd: Topsy turvy! Clopin: You could soon be called your highness! Crowd: Put your ugliest features on display be the king of topsy turvy day! ... Crowd: Once a year, we thorw a party here in town Clopin: Hail to the king! Crowd: Once a year, we turn all Paris upside down Clopin: Oh what a king! Crowd: Once a year the ugliest will wear a crown Clopin: Girls, give a kiss Crowd: Once a year on topsy turvy day Clopin: We've never had a king like this All: 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 frop in Where the beer is nerer 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!)