- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Here ye, here ye, 10 minutes to go
till Van Dort's wedding rehearsal.
Watch it!
- It's a beautiful day
- It's a rather nice day
A day for a glorious wedding
A rehearsal, my dear
To be perfectly clear
A rehearsal for a glorious wedding
Assuming nothing happens
That we don't really know
That nothing unexpected
Interferes with the show
And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
- According to plan
- Our son will be married
- According to plan
- Our family carried
Elevated to the heights of society
- To the costume balls
- In the hallowed halls
Rubbing elbows with the finest
Having crumpets with Her Highness
We'll be there, we'll be seen
Having tea with the queen
We'll forget everything
That we've ever, ever been
- Blimey! It's my dress is caught.
- Begging your pardon, ma'am.
- Come on, dear.
- It's not me. It's my dress is caught.
Where is Victor? We might be late.
Fish merchants.
- It's a terrible day
- Now, don't be that way
It's a terrible day for a wedding
It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in
That has led to this ominous wedding
How could our family have come to this?
To marry off our daughter
To the nouveau riche
- They're so common
- So coarse
- Oh, it couldn't be worse
- Couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree
They could be land-rich,
Bankrupt aristocracy
Without a penny to their name
Just like you and me
Oh, dear.
And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
- According to plan
- Our daughter will wed
- According to plan
- Our family led
From the depths of deepest poverty
- To the noble realm
- Of our ancestry
And who would have guessed
In a million years
- That our daughter with a face
- Of an otter in disgrace
Would provide our ticket
To a rightful place