Текст песни Andrew Lloyd Webber - Magical Lasso

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

Young Girl:
Oh my...

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!