Lyrics
Ludicrous, have you seen the score?
Simply ludicrous
It's the final straw
This is lunacy, well, you know my views
Utter lunacy
But we daren't refuse
Not another chandelier
Look, my friend, what we have here
"Dear Andre, re my orchestrations
We need another first bassoon
Get a player with tone, and that third trombone
Has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
Some chorus members must be sacked
If you could, find out which has a sense of pitch
Wisely, though
I've managed to assign a rather minor role to those who cannot act"
Outrage
What is it now?
This whole affair is an outrage
Signora, please
Now what's the matter?
Have you seen the size of my part?
Signora, listen
It's an insult
Not you as well
Just look at this, it's an insult
Please understand
Signor, signora!
The things I have to do for my art
If you can call this gibberish "art"
Here's our little flower
Ah Miss Daaé, quite the lady of the hour
You have secured the largest role in this "Don Juan"
Christine Daaé? She doesn't have the voice
Signora, please
Then I take it you're agreeing
She's behind this
It appears we have no choice
She's the one behind this, Christine Daaé
How dare you?
I'm not a fool
You evil woman, how dare you?
You think I'm blind?
This isn't my fault
I don't want any part in this plot
Miss Daaé, surely
But why not?
What does she say?
It's your decision, but why not?
She's backing out
You have a duty
I cannot sing it, duty or not
Christine, Christine
You don't have to
They can't make you
Please, monsieur, another note
"Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting 'round the stage
Our Don Juan must lose some weight
It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age
And my managers must learn
That their place is in an office, not the arts
As for Miss Christine Daaé
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though, should she wish to excel
She has much still to learn
If pride will let her return to me, her teacher
Her teacher
Your obedient friend
And angel
I can't
I won't do it
We have all been blind
And yet the answer is staring us in the face
This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend
We're listening
Go on
We shall play his game
Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace
For if Miss Daaé sings, he is certain to attend
We make certain the doors are barred
We make certain our men are there
We make certain they're armed
The curtain falls, his reign will end
Madness
I'm not so sure
Not if it works
This is madness
The tide will turn
Monsieur, believe me
There is no way of turning the tide!
You stick to ballet
Then help us
Monsieur, I can't
Instead of warning us
Help us
I wish I could
Don't make excuses
Or could it be that you're on his side?
Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill
But Messieurs, be careful, we have seen him kill
We say he'll fall, and fall he will
She's the one behind this, Christine
This is the truth, Christine Daaé
This is all her doing
This is his undoing
If you succeed, you free us all
Angel of Music, hear my fury
This so-called angel has to fall
What glory can she hope to gain?
Here is where you fall
It's clear to all, the girl's insane
If you don't stop, I'll go mad
Raoul, I'm frightened, don't make me do this
Raoul, it scares me, don't put me through this ordeal by fire
He'll take me, I know
We'll be parted forever, he won't let me go
What I once used to dream, I now dread
If he finds me, it won't ever end
And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head
He'll always be there, singing songs in my head
She's mad
You said yourself he was nothing but a man
Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we're dead
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?
Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice?
He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good
I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could
Oh God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me
In this, the Phantom's opera?
Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care
But every hope, and every prayer rests on you now
So, it is to be war between us
But this time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours
Don Juan, Signor Piangi, here is the phrase
"Those who tangle with Don Juan"
If you please?
Those who tangle with Don Juan
No, no, nearly, but no
"Those who tan, tan, tan—"
Those who tangle with Don Juan
His way is better, at least he make it sound like music
Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?
The composer is not here, and if he were here, I would say to him—
Are you certain of that, Signora?
So, once again, after seven
Five, six, seven
Those who tangle with Don Juan
Ah, piu non posso
No one will care if it is right or if it is wrong
Settle down now, settle down!
Those who tangle with Don Juan
Poor young maiden, for the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill tangled in the winding sheets
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
Simply ludicrous
It's the final straw
This is lunacy, well, you know my views
Utter lunacy
But we daren't refuse
Not another chandelier
Look, my friend, what we have here
"Dear Andre, re my orchestrations
We need another first bassoon
Get a player with tone, and that third trombone
Has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
Some chorus members must be sacked
If you could, find out which has a sense of pitch
Wisely, though
I've managed to assign a rather minor role to those who cannot act"
Outrage
What is it now?
This whole affair is an outrage
Signora, please
Now what's the matter?
Have you seen the size of my part?
Signora, listen
It's an insult
Not you as well
Just look at this, it's an insult
Please understand
Signor, signora!
The things I have to do for my art
If you can call this gibberish "art"
Here's our little flower
Ah Miss Daaé, quite the lady of the hour
You have secured the largest role in this "Don Juan"
Christine Daaé? She doesn't have the voice
Signora, please
Then I take it you're agreeing
She's behind this
It appears we have no choice
She's the one behind this, Christine Daaé
How dare you?
I'm not a fool
You evil woman, how dare you?
You think I'm blind?
This isn't my fault
I don't want any part in this plot
Miss Daaé, surely
But why not?
What does she say?
It's your decision, but why not?
She's backing out
You have a duty
I cannot sing it, duty or not
Christine, Christine
You don't have to
They can't make you
Please, monsieur, another note
"Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting 'round the stage
Our Don Juan must lose some weight
It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age
And my managers must learn
That their place is in an office, not the arts
As for Miss Christine Daaé
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though, should she wish to excel
She has much still to learn
If pride will let her return to me, her teacher
Her teacher
Your obedient friend
And angel
I can't
I won't do it
We have all been blind
And yet the answer is staring us in the face
This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend
We're listening
Go on
We shall play his game
Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace
For if Miss Daaé sings, he is certain to attend
We make certain the doors are barred
We make certain our men are there
We make certain they're armed
The curtain falls, his reign will end
Madness
I'm not so sure
Not if it works
This is madness
The tide will turn
Monsieur, believe me
There is no way of turning the tide!
You stick to ballet
Then help us
Monsieur, I can't
Instead of warning us
Help us
I wish I could
Don't make excuses
Or could it be that you're on his side?
Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill
But Messieurs, be careful, we have seen him kill
We say he'll fall, and fall he will
She's the one behind this, Christine
This is the truth, Christine Daaé
This is all her doing
This is his undoing
If you succeed, you free us all
Angel of Music, hear my fury
This so-called angel has to fall
What glory can she hope to gain?
Here is where you fall
It's clear to all, the girl's insane
If you don't stop, I'll go mad
Raoul, I'm frightened, don't make me do this
Raoul, it scares me, don't put me through this ordeal by fire
He'll take me, I know
We'll be parted forever, he won't let me go
What I once used to dream, I now dread
If he finds me, it won't ever end
And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head
He'll always be there, singing songs in my head
She's mad
You said yourself he was nothing but a man
Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we're dead
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?
Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice?
He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good
I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could
Oh God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me
In this, the Phantom's opera?
Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care
But every hope, and every prayer rests on you now
So, it is to be war between us
But this time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours
Don Juan, Signor Piangi, here is the phrase
"Those who tangle with Don Juan"
If you please?
Those who tangle with Don Juan
No, no, nearly, but no
"Those who tan, tan, tan—"
Those who tangle with Don Juan
His way is better, at least he make it sound like music
Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?
The composer is not here, and if he were here, I would say to him—
Are you certain of that, Signora?
So, once again, after seven
Five, six, seven
Those who tangle with Don Juan
Ah, piu non posso
No one will care if it is right or if it is wrong
Settle down now, settle down!
Those who tangle with Don Juan
Poor young maiden, for the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill tangled in the winding sheets
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name