Andrew Lloyd Webber - Magical Lasso Lyrics


JOSEPH:

Like yellow parchment is his skin ...
A great black hole served as the nose that never grew ...
You must be always on your guard,
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!

MADAME GIRY:

Those who speak of what they know find,
Too late, that prudent silence is wise.
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue -
Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!

[Thanks to Ashton for corrections]