Lyrics
"Mystery after gala night"
It says, "Mystery of soprano's flight"
"Mystified," baffled Sûreté say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene
First Carlotta, now Christine
Still, at least the seats get sold
Gossip's worth its weight in gold
What a way to run a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers
Opera!
To hell with Glück and Handel
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles
Damnable! Will they all walk out?
This is damnable!
André, please don't shout
It's publicity, and the take is vast
Free publicity
But we have no cast
But André, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one, too
"Dear André, what a charming gala
Christine enjoyed a great success
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left
Otherwise, the chorus was entrancing
But the dancing was a lamentable mess"
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the Ghost by return of post
PTO, no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my orders are obeyed"
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain
These are both signed "OG"
Who the hell is he?
Opera Ghost!
It's really not amusing
He's abusing our position
In addition, he wants money
He's a funny sort of spectre
To expect a large retainer
Nothing plainer, he is clearly quite insane
Where is she?
You mean Carlotta?
I mean Miss Daaé, where is she?
Well, how should we know?
I want an answer
I take it that you sent me this note
What's all this nonsense?
Of course not
Don't look at us
She's not with you then?
Of course not
We're in the dark
Monsieur, don't argue
Isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is it that we're meant to have wrote?
Written
"Do not fear for Miss Daaé
The Angel of Music has her under his wing
Make no attempt to see her again"
If you didn't write it, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome back
Your precious patron, where is he?
What is it now?
I have your letter
A letter which I rather resent
And did you send it?
Of course not
As if he would
You didn't send it?
Of course not
What's going on?
You dare to tell me
That this is not the letter you sent?
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?
"Your days at the Opéra Populaire are numbered
Christine Daaé will be singing on your behalf tonight
Be prepared for a great misfortune
Should you attempt to take her place"
Far too many notes for my taste
And most of them about Christine
All we've heard since we came is Miss Daaé's name
Miss Daaé has returned
I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned?
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best that she went home
She needed rest
May I see her?
No Monsieur, she will see no one
Will she sing? Will she sing?
Here, I have a note
Let me see it
Please
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature
Detailing how my theater is to be run
You have not followed my instructions, I
Shall give you one last chance
Christine Daaé has returned to you
And I am anxious her career should progress
In the new production of Il Muto
You will therefore cast Carlotta as the pageboy
And put Miss Daaé in the role of Countess
The role which Miss Daaé plays calls for charm and appeal
The role of the pageboy is silent which makes my casting, in a word, ideal
I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box 5
Which will be kept empty for me
Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur
I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant OG"
Christine!
Whatever next?
It's all a ploy to help Christine
This is insane
I know who sent this
The Vicomte, her lover!
Indeed? Can you believe this?
Signora!
O traditori! (This is a joke)
O mentitori! (This changes nothing)
Signora!
You are our star
And always will be
Signora
The man is mad
We don't take orders
Miss Daaé will be playing the pageboy
The silent role
Carlotta will be playing the lead
It's useless trying to appease me
You're only saying this to please me
Signor, è vero?
Non, non, non voglio udire
Lasciatemi morire
O padre mio
Dio
Who scorn his word beware to those (You have reviled me)
The angel sees, the angel knows (Why did Christine fly from my arms?)
You have rebuked me (Signora, pardon us)
You have replaced me (Please Signora, we beseech you)
This hour shall see your darkest fears (I must see her, where did she go?)
(Abbandonata, deseredata, o sventurata) The angel knows, the angel hears
Abbandonata (Signora, sing for us)
(Don't be a martyr) Disgraziata
What new surprises lie in store?
It says, "Mystery of soprano's flight"
"Mystified," baffled Sûreté say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene
First Carlotta, now Christine
Still, at least the seats get sold
Gossip's worth its weight in gold
What a way to run a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers
Opera!
To hell with Glück and Handel
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles
Damnable! Will they all walk out?
This is damnable!
André, please don't shout
It's publicity, and the take is vast
Free publicity
But we have no cast
But André, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one, too
"Dear André, what a charming gala
Christine enjoyed a great success
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left
Otherwise, the chorus was entrancing
But the dancing was a lamentable mess"
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the Ghost by return of post
PTO, no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my orders are obeyed"
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain
These are both signed "OG"
Who the hell is he?
Opera Ghost!
It's really not amusing
He's abusing our position
In addition, he wants money
He's a funny sort of spectre
To expect a large retainer
Nothing plainer, he is clearly quite insane
Where is she?
You mean Carlotta?
I mean Miss Daaé, where is she?
Well, how should we know?
I want an answer
I take it that you sent me this note
What's all this nonsense?
Of course not
Don't look at us
She's not with you then?
Of course not
We're in the dark
Monsieur, don't argue
Isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is it that we're meant to have wrote?
Written
"Do not fear for Miss Daaé
The Angel of Music has her under his wing
Make no attempt to see her again"
If you didn't write it, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome back
Your precious patron, where is he?
What is it now?
I have your letter
A letter which I rather resent
And did you send it?
Of course not
As if he would
You didn't send it?
Of course not
What's going on?
You dare to tell me
That this is not the letter you sent?
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?
"Your days at the Opéra Populaire are numbered
Christine Daaé will be singing on your behalf tonight
Be prepared for a great misfortune
Should you attempt to take her place"
Far too many notes for my taste
And most of them about Christine
All we've heard since we came is Miss Daaé's name
Miss Daaé has returned
I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned?
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best that she went home
She needed rest
May I see her?
No Monsieur, she will see no one
Will she sing? Will she sing?
Here, I have a note
Let me see it
Please
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature
Detailing how my theater is to be run
You have not followed my instructions, I
Shall give you one last chance
Christine Daaé has returned to you
And I am anxious her career should progress
In the new production of Il Muto
You will therefore cast Carlotta as the pageboy
And put Miss Daaé in the role of Countess
The role which Miss Daaé plays calls for charm and appeal
The role of the pageboy is silent which makes my casting, in a word, ideal
I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box 5
Which will be kept empty for me
Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur
I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant OG"
Christine!
Whatever next?
It's all a ploy to help Christine
This is insane
I know who sent this
The Vicomte, her lover!
Indeed? Can you believe this?
Signora!
O traditori! (This is a joke)
O mentitori! (This changes nothing)
Signora!
You are our star
And always will be
Signora
The man is mad
We don't take orders
Miss Daaé will be playing the pageboy
The silent role
Carlotta will be playing the lead
It's useless trying to appease me
You're only saying this to please me
Signor, è vero?
Non, non, non voglio udire
Lasciatemi morire
O padre mio
Dio
Who scorn his word beware to those (You have reviled me)
The angel sees, the angel knows (Why did Christine fly from my arms?)
You have rebuked me (Signora, pardon us)
You have replaced me (Please Signora, we beseech you)
This hour shall see your darkest fears (I must see her, where did she go?)
(Abbandonata, deseredata, o sventurata) The angel knows, the angel hears
Abbandonata (Signora, sing for us)
(Don't be a martyr) Disgraziata
What new surprises lie in store?