An’, darlin’, another worl’, another
time, another way to ca’culate everything.
Everybody come great. All pilgrims come
showin’ they rich. From worl’ great houses,
from poverty places, they come grand.
Then, Leela, all stragglers follow
or watch from window or streetside.
This, me dear, wasn’t wedd’n,
this Was CARNIVAL ROYAL.
Darlin’, on night before, in big park,
fireworks get fired off to music. An’, girl,
on hilltops, all aroun’ ol’ Brit’n
fires leap in darkness. Then when
rum-bars closed down, folks cover
the groun’, me dear, sleepin’ in parks
an’ at London streetside, knowin’,
long time, hotels all full.
Then, girl, sun come shine on all
sort of uniform of ages an’ hero
decoration. An’ like human stars
come down from sky, couple stir up
wonders an’ wishes. An’, Leela,
want to see top class get show-off
in clothes. Want to see
top style an’ the glare
of never-endin’ money stacks.
Darlin’, this was a difieren’ Jon-Kanoo.
An’ everybody stan’ up burstin’ smiles.
No eye is big enough to see. Too many
people so much, no foot can move,
excep’ carriages with the grand folks
creepin’, an’ shinin’ more from endless
han’ wavin’ from tophats
to skirts in Union Jack.
An’ when she climb church steps, darlin’,
as all the time, bridal veil is longer
than ribbons of highest maypole.
Sweetheart, here was life
what scoop in wishes an’ dreams.
Here’s choir music that full up High
