LORD ADALBERT: Why are all the D'Ysquith's Dying? What could explain this tragic family curse? A night or two ago We were at Fidelio He's stood and booed the mezzo And today he's in a hearse!
If I should say I wasn't concerned I would be lying One doesn't like to think of one's demise With such events you see how fragile life can be It rather makes me wonder if the Next one will be me
ENSEMBLE: So tell me Why are all the D'Ysquith's Dying?
LORD ADALBERT: The family tree's been whittled down to size
ENSEMBLE: It's just a twig now!
LORD ADALBERT: There's almost no one left to eulogize