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Musical: Mystery Of Edwin Drood, The
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Chairman: What's a king without his crown? Take away his throne and gown, He could be the rabble or the Russian czar. Judge each creature of our race By each feature in his face Look at him - ( I rest my case) - well there you are! And it matters not to me what part of town you've come from We but cheer you've made it here at all! Here within this garish parish called the music hall. Chairman & Company: And there you are! How very glad we are that there you are! It isn't who you are but where you are. And there you are, and grateful are we to see. How fine and fair you are! There you are! Prysock: I am standing with a gent who seems singularly bent On attaching both his hands to both my knees. Nutting: I'm considering the lap of a most engaging chap And I'll let him do exactly as I please. Paget: I've a lady down in front who's handed me her latch key. Surely she must know that spells her doom. Peregrine: And this man has grand designs to show me In my dressing room... Chairman & Company: And there you are! How distingue and debonair you are! Just slightly south of Leicester Square you are! That thankful we all should be full well-aware you are! So lightning quick let's all kick up a fuss. We can but pray your trust is blind in us. So drink your fill and just unwind in us. A warmly wicked frame of mind in us You'll find in us We want you! and not a lot we care for where you've been And not a jot we care how you got in: We but care that there you are! Damned if there you are! Back to main page: Mystery Of Edwin Drood, The Lyrics
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