Cortège Royále

[Basso buffoon soloist: On this day, I amend

for your good, I upend.

Everything that you had

I tore down! Ah, too bad.

For this pain, you should praise

he who brought your malaise.

Though it hurts, you’ll survive

just be glad you’re alive.]

[Oratorio chorus: Don’t complain. You’re to blame

for this mess I reclaim.

I’ve now freed for its health.

All your banks of my wealth.

I now don my gold gown

Kiss my ring; bring my crown!

Bow down low! On your knee!

Kneel, you serf! You serve me!]

[Basso buffoon soloist: Get your butts back to work!

There’s no break for a clerk.

When you loaf, you force me

to announce this decree:

Everyone must obey

all my rules every day.

Those who don’t will regret

all the meals they won’t get.]

[Opera