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lirik lagu buns ‘n’ roses – andrew lloyd webber

[flower seller]
roses, glorious roses
lovingly planted fruit of the land

[milkmaids]
fresh milk, creamy and frothy
straight from my dairy, squeezed by my hand

[ribbon seller]
ribbons, colorful ribbons
truly a rainbow, simply divine

[baker]
hot buns, check out my hot buns
true, there are not buns equal to mine

[minstrel]
oh, quelle belle matinee
oh, quelle belle journee

[baker, spoken]
ah, i see you’re admiring my buns, child

[urchin, spoken]
i can’t afford one, sir
[baker, spoken]
then have one on me
for no one goes hungry in belleville!

[urchin, spoken]
cor! thank you, sir!

[townspeople]
another day in paradise
in our town so picturesque every other seems grotesque
forgive us if we brag a bit
folks from paris and berlin all are begging to get in

[all men]
for forty*nine amazing years
we’ve won the most attractive town and international renown

[all women]
our citizens are works of art
everyone a chiseled god with a ripped and rockin’ bod

[townspeople]
this burg’s been handed every accolade
we’ve charm no other village offers
we’re so dependent on the tourist trade
to fill our cupboards and our coffers
for forty*nine amazing years
there’s no town that can compete frankly, if they could we’d cheat
our livelihood depends on it
travelers bless us with their feet, they don’t come then we don’t eat

[not cinderella girl]
wishing on a wishing well
a secret wish i shall not tell
though my little bird has overheard
it will not breathe a word
longing for a prince who’s kind and sweet
to chimney sweep me off my feet
tell me little friend, and be discreet
when will he—

[not cinderella girl, spoken]
ow! oh the little b*st*rd bit me

[townspeople]
we keep our dirty laundry out of sight
the town of belleville is perfection
there’s not a villager with cellulite
there’s not one blotch on one complexion

for forty*nine amazing years
we’ve won the most attractive town and international renown
the fiftieth is in the bag
and if we don’t win it’s plain belleville’s going down the drain
we hail our queen, her majesty
her agelessness, her timelessness
her effervescence, her incandescence

[queen, spoken]
h*llo, my darling peasants

[master of ceremonies]
and his royal highness, prince sebastian

[sebastian, spoken]
hiya

[little maids]
what a disappointment is this prince
look at him, my heart can’t help but wince
he’s not the type on which girls set their sights
well, maybe if she squints and dims the lights
once we had the hottest prince of all
then he disappeared, he went awol
now his nerdy brother must step in
how i really wish he had a chin

[all women]
prince charming was a major hunk
truly lived up to his name, put the current prince to shame
his lips could launch a thousand ships
and those sparkling t**th and eyes, don’t forget those strapping thighs

[townspeople]
prince charming was engaged and soon to wed

[solo male]
went to slay a dragon, now he’s dead

[townspeople]
leaving his fiancé drenched in tears

[master of ceremonies]
and our pretty city in arrears

[queen]
i’ve built this tribute to my dear late son
a statue of my boy in action
this world class masterpiece at last is done
should be a lucrative attraction

[everyone]
for forty*nine amazing years
though it’s unlike us to boast, every other town is toast
the fiftieth is in the bag
though our deficit is high with more upkeep than versailles
we mourn our prince, prince charming
all his manliness, his flawlessness
his yumminess, his gorgeousness
his mightiness, prince charming

[townsperson, spoken]
women, avert your eyes

[townsperson, spoken]
the horror!

[townsperson, spoken]
is it a c*ck?

[townsperson, spoken]
i’m going to be sick

[judge, spoken]
this is a disgrace!
to deface prince charming’s memorial statue with such an enormous phallus!
i will not be awarding belville the prize

- andrew lloyd webber

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