Andrew Lloyd Webber – Magical Lasso lyrics

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

GIRY
Those who speak of what they know
finds to late that through them silence is won
Joseph Buquet, hold your tounge
keep your hand at the lever of your eyes

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