What a Dreadful Town Lyrics

Roaul:
What a dreadful town!
What a vulgar place!
What an awful mistake to have come here!
To be on display
In that shameless way
For the crued, crumb, and lower-class scum here!
How do they dare to treat us!...
Gustave:
Father dear
come play with me
come and see this toy I've got

Roaul:
What a snob at most
from our so called host
did he think sending freaks would be funny?!
Could the fool have thought
that our pride was bought
from his filthy American money?!
What a fuss!
What an out right slap in the face!
It's not a disgrace!
I'd better mind to pack and go!
Never you mind
the debts we owe!
Who'd believe we've sunk this low

Gustave:
Father please
come play with me!

Roaul:(speaking to Christine)
"Please tell the boy the answer is no!"

(Christine plays ayrie on piano)

Roaul:
"Must you make that racket?"
Christine:
"It's the ayrie I have to si..."

Roaul:
"It hurts my head."

Christine:
Please let's not fight dear
I'm sure that no one intended a slight dear

Roaul:
Don't you patrinize me
It's your fault we came here

Christine:
We need the money
That's all
That why things haven't been right dear

Roaul:
Why doesn't it suprise me
that I get the blame here?!

Christine:
Let's leave tonight dear
If that would serve to ease your troubled mind
Leave the hurt behind
Gustave:
Father dear
come over here
and look at what they gave to me
(talks to Christine)
wind it up and father see
look it plays a melody

(music box plays)

Roaul:
(Spoken)
"I need some air."

Christine:
(Spoken)
Roaul please...

Roaul:
(Spoken)
Please what?!

Christine:
(Spoken)
"Nothing...nothing only...Roaul...don't drink anymore."

Gustave:
father never plays with me
doesn't he love me?