Lyricist:     Composer: Andrew Lloyd Webber



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 !

GIRY
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...