A Gentleman's Guide - Why Are All the D'Ysquith's Dying Lyrics |
Broadway production (2013) A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder the Musical - Why Are All the D'Ysquith's Dying Lyrics
MOURNERS: Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? What grisly sort of plague is going round? It seems with every day A D'Ysquith slips away And here we are assembled putting another one in the ground
It's frankly all been rather mystifying Do forgive me if I scoff: But is it not a trifle odd How they've all gone off to God Suddenly they're congregating underneath the sod
Oh, why are all the D'Ysquiths dying What a tasteless way of showing off
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying It seems that all of London's shaken to the core To lose one relative One can certainly forgive But how can you excuse losing two Or three Or four Or seven
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying I've never seen such recklessness before It's unnerving It's not that they're not undeserving I never liked them much I must confess
In fairness You must admit, at least It's a shame about the priest I can't imagine missing someone less!
But, really Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying When truth to tell so many others should Though Privately it was said They should all drop dead No one thought They ever really would
I happened to notice there wasn't a lot of crying I even heard a snigger from the back Oh, it really is a shame How they start to feel the same How many are there left to bury after what's-his-name?
I ask you
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying Whoever's next, I swear I won't come back I'm utterly exhausted keeping track And most of all, I'm sick of wearing black
[Thanks to Jemima for lyrics] [Thanks to Mike L for corrections]
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A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder the Musical Lyrics
SYNOPSIS A Warning to the Audience You're a D'Ysquith I Don't Know What I'd Do Foolish to Think A Warning to Monty I Don't Understand the Poor Foolish to Think (Reprise) Poison in My Pocket Poor Monty Better With a Man Inside Out Lady Hyacinth Abroad The Last One You'd Expect Why Are All the D'Ysquith's Dying Sibella I've Decided to Marry You Final Warning Poison in My Pocket (Reprise) Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun Stop! Wait! What?! That Horrible Woman Finale
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