When a man like me is thwarted,
And denied his honeymoon,
When the pretty thing he's courted
Refuses to swoon.
Then the time has come for a murky plan,
For which he turns to a murky man,
To find that fiend
Where better than
At the Maison des Lunes
You'll be strapping up an inmate,
Very tightly,
Very soon.
But we won't bring him in late,
Your check-in time's noon.
Monsieur D'arque:
Our sad Maurice is not too well
Prepare a fight stop at his sell
Gaston & Lefou:
And hold him in for a long long spell
At the Maison des Lunes.
Do I make myself entirely clear?
It's the simplest deal of your whole foul career.
Put Maurice away and she'll be here in moments,
In a dreadful state,
She'll capitulate to me!
Monsieur D'arque:
Oh, oh, Ooh!
I love incarceration,
I could lock up a platoon!
All three:
And part of your inclination
To a man old buffoon
So wave a bachelor goodbye
She'll be my bride!
She'd rather die!
Then have her Daddy ossify?
D'arque:
The time's opportune!
All three:
So book the church
Raise glasses high!
To the Maison des Lunes!

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