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Auto Da Fe (What A Day) Lyrics


CHORUS
What a day, what a day
For an auto-da-f?!
What a sunny summer sky!
What a day, what a day
For an auto-da-f?!
It's a lovely day for drinking
And for watching people fry!
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
Watch'em die!
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
Hang 'em high!
BEAR-KEEPER
See the great Russian bear!
COSMETIC MERCHANT
Buy a comb for your hair!
WOMEN
But the price is much too high!
DOCTOR
Here be potions and pills
For your fevers and chills!
WOMEN
But we haven't any money
So there's nothing we can buy!
JUNKMAN
Any kind of metal
Bought and sold!
ALCHEMIST
Any kind of metal
Turned to gold!
JUNKMAN
Pots and pans,
Metal cans,
Bought or traded or sold!
Pans and pots
And what-nots!
I Trading new ones for old!
ALCHEMIST
Pots and pans,
Metal cans,
I can turn them into gold!
Pans and pots
And what-nots!
For a tiny fee
My alchemy
Can turn them into gold!
CHORUS
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
Come and buy!
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
Come and try!
What a fair, what a fair!
Things to buy everywhere,
But the prices are too high!
It's not fair, it's not fair,
Things to buy everywhere;
But we haven't any money
So there's nothing we can buy!
PANGLOSS
But you can't execute me; I'm too sick to die!
CHORUS
What d ya mean sick?
PANGLOSS
Oh my darling Paquette,
She is haunting me yet
With a dear souvenir
I shall never forget.
'Twas a gift that she got
From a seafaring Scot,
He received he believed in Shalott!
In Shalott from his dame
Who was certain it came
With a kiss from a Swiss
(She'd forgotten his name),
But he told her that he
Had been given it free
By a sweet little cheat in Paree.
Then a man from Japan,
Then a Moor from Iran,
Though the Moor isn't sure
How the whole thing began;
But the gift we can see
Had a long pedigree
When at last it was passed on to me!
CHORUS
Then a man from Japan,
Then a Moor from Iran,
Though the Moor isn't sure
How the whole thing began;
But the gift we can see
Had a long pedigree
When at last it was passed on to he!
PANGLOSS
Love is sweet, love is sweet,
And the custom is sound,
For it makes the world go 'round.
CANDIDE, PANGLOSS
I repeat, love is sweet,
And the custom is sound,
For as we/I have shown it's love alone
That makes the world go 'round.
PANGLOSS
Well, the Moor in the end
Spent a night with a friend
And the dear souvenir
Just continued the trend
To a young English lord
Who was stung, they record,
By a wasp in a hospital ward!
Well, the wasp on the wing
Had occasion to sting
A Milano soprano
Who brought home the thing
To her young paramour,
Who was rendered impure,
And forsook her to look for the cure.
Thus he happened to pass
Through Westphalia, alas,
Where he met with Paquette,
And she drank from his glass.
I was pleased as could be
When it came back to me;
Makes us all just a small family!
CHORUS
Oh, he happened to pass
Through Westphalia, alas,
Where he met with Paquette,
And she drank from his glass.
He is pleased as can be
For it shows him that we
One and all are a small family!
PANGLOSS
I am pleased as can be
For it shows us that we
One and all are a small family !
CHORUS
What a day, what a day
For an auto-da-f?!
What a lovely day for drinking
And for watching people fry!
What a day, what a day,
Oh, what a day,
What a perfect day for hanging!
GRAND INQUISITOR
Silence!
INQUISITORS
Shall we let the sinners go or try them?
CHORUS
Try them.
INQUISITORS
Are the culprits innocent or guilty?
CHORUS
Guilty.
INQUISITORS
Shall we pardon them or hang them?
CHORUS
Hang them.
What a lovely day, what a jolly day,
What a day for a holiday!
He don't mix meat and dairy,
He don't eat humble pie,
So sing a miserere
And hang the bastard high!
INQUISITORS
Are our methods legal or illegal?
CHORUS
Legal.
INQUISITORS
Are we judges of the law, or laymen?
CHORUS
Amen.
INQUISITORS
Shall we hang them or forget them?
CHORUS
Get them!
What a perfect day, what a jolly day,
What a day for a holiday!
When foreigners like this come
To criticize and spy,
We chant a pax vobiscum,
And hang the bastard high!
GRAND INQUISITOR
The supreme moment has arrived. All ye faithful -
genuflect!
CHORUS, INQUISITORS
Oh, pray for us, pray for us!
Fons pietatis, pray for us!
Davidis turris, pray for us!
Rex majestatis, pray for us!
(The crowd scatters in fear.)
PANGLOSS
Ladies and gentlemen, one final word. God in his
wisdom made it possible to invent the rope...
aaargh.
CHORUS
What a lovely day what a jolly day,
What a day for a holiday!
At last we can be cheery,
The danger's passed us by.
So sing a Dies Irae
And hang the bastard high!
Oh, what a day!!
Pangloss is hanged, Candide flogged. Candide still believes
Pangloss was right.
Last Update: June, 10th 2013

Candide Lyrics

  1. Act 1
  2. Overture Lyrics
  3. Westphalia Chorale Lyrics
  4. Life Is Happiness Indeed Lyrics
  5. The Best Of All Possible Worlds Lyrics
  6. Universal Good Lyrics
  7. Oh, Happy We Lyrics
  8. It Must Be So Lyrics
  9. Westphalia/Battle Music Lyrics
  10. Candide's Lament Lyrics
  11. Dear Boy Lyrics
  12. Auto Da Fe (What A Day) Lyrics
  13. Candide Begins His Travels - It Must Be Me Lyrics
  14. Paris Waltz Lyrics
  15. Glitter And Be Gay Lyrics
  16. You Were Dead, You Know Lyrics
  17. I'm Easily Assimilated Lyrics
  18. Finale Act 1 (Quartet) Lyrics
  19. Act 2
  20. Universal Good (Reprise) Lyrics
  21. My Love Lyrics
  22. We Are Women Lyrics
  23. The piligrim's procession/Alleluia Lyrics
  24. Quiet Lyrics
  25. Introduction to Eldorado Lyrics
  26. The Ballad of Eldorado Lyrics
  27. Words, Words, Words Lyrics
  28. Bon Voyage Lyrics
  29. The Kings' Barcarolle Lyrics
  30. Money, Money, Money Lyrics
  31. What's The Use? Lyrics
  32. Venice Gavotte Lyrics
  33. Nothing More Than This Lyrics
  34. Universal Good (Life is Neither) Lyrics
  35. Finale: Make Our Garden Grow Lyrics

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