歌曲名 Notes +Prima Donna (Live At The Royal Albert Hall+2011) 歌手名 Andrew Lloyd Webber+Anthony Inglis

作词：Charles Hart+Richard Stilgoe

作曲：Andrew Lloyd Webber

after gala night

It says of sopranos flight

all the papers say

are mystified We suspect foul play

Bad news on soprano scene

First Carlotta now Christine

Still at least the seats get sold

Gossip worth its weight in gold

Diva tenders resignation

Cover does a moonlight flit

Half your cast disappears

But the crowd still cheers

Opera

To hell with Gluck and Handel

Have a scandal and you sure to have a hit

Damnable

Will they all walk out

This is damnable

Andre please don shout

It publicity and the take is vast

Free publicity

But we have no cast

Andre have you seen the queue

Ah it seems you got one too

Andre 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

Firmin just a brief reminder

My salary has not been paid

Send it care of the ghost

By return of post

P No one likes a debter

So it better if my orders are obeyed

Who would have the gall to send this

Someone with a puerile brain

These are both signed O

Who the hell is he

Opera Ghost

It really not amusing

He abusing our position

In addition he wants money

He 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 Daae

Where is she

Well how should we know

I want an answer

I take it that you sent me this note

What all this nonsense

Of course not

Don look at us

She not with you then

Of course not

We in the dark

Monsieur don argue

Isn this the letter you wrote

And what is is that we meant to have wrote

Do not fear for Miss Daae

The Angel of Music has her under his wing

Make no attempt to see her again

If you didn write it then who did

Where is he

Ah welcome back

Your precious patron

Where is he

What is it now

I have your letter

A letter that which I rather resent

And did you send it

Of course not

As if he would

You didn send it

Of course not

What going on

You dare to tell me

That this is not the letter you sent

And what is it that I meant to have sent

days at the Opera Populaire are numbered

Christine Daae 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 heard since we came

Is Miss Daae name

Miss Daae has returned

In which case I think our meeting is adjourned

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

I have now sent you

Several notes of the most aimnable nature

Detailing how my theatre is to be run

You have not followed my instructions

shall give you one last chance

Christine Daae 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 page boy

And put Miss Daae in the role of Countess

The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal

The role of the page boy 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

O

Christine Christine

Christine

What ever next

It all a ploy to help Christine

This is insane

I know who sent this

The Viscount her lover

Indeed can you believe this

Signora

How can you do this

I am unwanted

This is a joke

This changes nothing

O mentitori

Signora

You are our star

And always will be

Signora

The man is made

We don take orders

Miss Daae will be playing the page boy

The silent role

Carlotta will be playing the lead

You don deserve her

It useless trying to appease me

Appease her

You only saying this to please me

Please her

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

Sinora pardon us

You have replaced me

Please Signora we beseech you

This hour shall see your darkest fears

I must see her

Abbandonata

Deseredata

O sventurata

The angel sees the angel hears

Where did she go

Abbandonata

Senora sing for us

Disgraziata

Don be a matyr

What new suprises lie in store

Your public needs you

We need you too

Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue

Signora no The World wants you

Prima Donna first lady of the stage

Your devotees are on their knees to implore you

Can you bow out when they shouting your name

Think of how they all adore you

Prima donna enchant us once again

Think of your muse

And all your queues the theatre

Can you deny us the triumph in store

Sing Prima Donna once more

Christine spoke of an angel

Prima Donna your song shall live again

Think of your public

You took a snub but there a public who needs you

She has heard the voice of the Angel of Music

Those who hear you liken you to an angel

Think of the cry of undying support

We get her Opera

She gets her limelight

Follow where the lime light leads you

Leading ladies are a trial

Prima Donna your song shall never die

You sing again and to unending ovation

Order warnings lunatic

This misacating will invite damnation

Lunatic demands are regular occurences

Think how you sing in that final encore

Sing Prima Donna once more

I must see these demands are rejected

Who believe a diva happy to relieve

A chorus girl whose gone and slept with the patron

Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love duet

Although he may demur he must have been with her

Fortunata

Non ancor abbandonata

You never get away with all this in a play

But if it loudly sung and in a foreign tongue

It just the sort of story audiences adore

In fact a perfect opera

For if his curse is on this Opera

Prima Donna the world is at your feet

A nation waits and how it hates to be cheated

Light Up the stage with that age rapport

Sing Prima Donna

Once more

Once more