| Lyrics: | [Maurice:] Help! Someone help me!
[Tavern keeper:] Maurice?
[Maurice:] Please!
Please, I need your help. He's got her - he's
got her locked in the
dungeon!
[LeFou:] Who?
[Maurice:] Belle. We must go. N-not a minute to
lose!
[Gaston:] Whoa! Slow down, Maurice. Who's got Belle locked in a
dungeon?
[Maurice:] A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!
[Patron I:] Is it a
big beast?
[Maurice:] Huge!
[Patron II:] With a long, ugly snout?
[Maurice:]
Hideously ugly!
[Drinker III:] And sharp, cruel fangs?
[Maurice:] Yes! Yes! Will
you help me?
[Gaston:] All right, old man. We'll help you out.
[Maurice:] You
will? Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!
[Tavern keeper:] Crazy old Maurice.
[Patron I:]
He's always good for a laugh.
[Gaston:] Crazy old Maurice, hmmm?
Crazy old Maurice. Hmmm.
LeFou, I'm afraid I've been
thinking
[Lefou:] A dangerous pastime
[Gaston:] I know
But that whacky old coot is Belle's father
And his sanity's only "so-so"
Now the wheels in my head have been turning
Since I looked at
that loony, old man
See, I've promised myself I'd be married to Belle
And right now I'm evolving a plan
If I . . .
{whisper}
[LeFou:] Yes?
[Gaston:] Then we . . . {whisper}
[LeFou:]
No! Would she . . .
[Gaston:] {whisper} Guess!
[LeFou:] Now I get
it!
[Both:] Let's go!
No one plots like
Gaston
[Gaston:] Takes cheap shots like Gaston
[LeFou:] Plans to persecute
harmless crackpots like Gaston
[Chorus:] So his marriage we soon'll be celebrating
My what a guy!
Gaston |
