It's a beautiful day It's a rather nice day A day for a glorious wedding A rehearsal my dear, to be perfectly clear A rehearsal for a glorious wedding Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know That nothing unexpected interferes with the show
And that's why every thing Every last little thing Every single tiny microscopic little thing must go
According to plan Our son will be married According to plan Our family carried … heights of society
To the costume balls In the hallowed halls Rubbing elbows with the finest And having crumpets with her highness We’ll be there, we’ll be seen Having tea with the queen Forget everything That we’ve ever, ever been
*!*!*ACCORDING TO PLAN 2*!*!* It's a terrible day I don't mean that well It's a terrible day for a wedding It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in That has led to this ominous wedding How could our family have come to this? To marry off our daughter to the nouveau riche Their so common So coarse Oh it couldn’t be worse Couldn’t be worse? I’m afraid I disagree They could be land rich, bankrupt, aristocracy Without a penny to their name Just like you, and me Oh dear
And that’s why everything Every last little thing Every single tiny microscopic little thing must go
According to plan Our daughter will wed According to plan Our family led From the depths of deepest poverty To the noble realm Of our ancestors And who’d have guessed in a million years? That our daughter with a face Of an otter in disgrace Would provide our tickets to a rightful place
*!*!*ACCORDING TO PLAN 3*!*!* Marriage is a partnership A little tit for tat You’d think a lifetime watching us Might have taught her that Might have taught her that
Everything must be perfect Everything must be perfect Everything must be perfect perfect That’s why everything Every last little thing Every single tiny microscopic little thing must go