It's a beautiful day.
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It's a rather nice day.
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A day for a glorious wedding.
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A rehearsal, my dear,
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to be perfectly clear.
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A rehearsal for a glorious wedding.
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Assuming nothing happens
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that we don't really know,
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That nothing unexpected
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interferes with the show.
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And that's why everything,
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every last little thing,
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every single tiny microscopic
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little thing must go...
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According to plan,
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Our son will be married.
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According to plan,
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Our family carried,
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We'll go right into
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to the heights of society...
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To the costume balls,
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In the hallowed halls.
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Rubbing elbows with the finest.
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Having crumpets with her highness.
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We'll be there, we'll be seen,
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having tea with the queen.
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We'll forget everything...
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that we've ever ever been.
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It's a terrible day
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Now don't be that way
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It's a terrible day for a wedding.
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It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in,
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That has led to this ominous wedding.
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How could our family have come to this?
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To marry off our daughter to the noveaux-rich.
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They're so common,
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So coarse.
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Oh, it couldn't be worse!
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It couldn't be worse?
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I'm afraid I disagree.
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It could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy,
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without a penny to their name...
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just like you...and me.
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Oh, dear.
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And that's why everything,
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every last little thing,
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every single tiny microscopic
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little thing must go...
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According to plan,
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Our daughter will wed.
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According to plan,
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Our family lead,
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From the depths of deepest poverty,
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To the noble realm,
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Of our ancestors.
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And who'd have guessed in a million years
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that our daughter, with the face
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of an otter in disgrace,
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Would provide our ticket
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to our rightful place?
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What if Victor and I don't...
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like each other?
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Do you suppose your father
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and I like each other?
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Surely you must...a little...
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Of course not!
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Get those corsets laced properly...
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I can hear you speak without gasping.
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Marriage is a partnership. A little tit-for-tat.
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You'd think a lifetime watching us (singing)
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might have taught her that.
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Might have taught her that.
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Everything must be perfect
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Everything must be perfect
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Everything must be perfect
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Everything must be perfect, perfect,
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That's why everything,
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every last little thing,
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every single tiny microscopic
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little thing must go...
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According to plan!
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According To Plan
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Danny Elfman |