(Don Magnifico's Aria)
Why the devil did I get you as my offspring?
I detest you, I denounce you!
Such a dream I was dreaming
Till you roused me from my bed.
With a noise to wake the dead.
I detest you, I denounce you!
Interrupting all my dream
With your chattering and screaming.
Now attend your noble father.
Pause and ponder on my dream,
Ponder my dream.
In this dream I was no Baron,
Not a regal or sedate one.
I was turned into a donkey.
Yes, a donkey but a great one,
Quick as lightning and rather frightening.
I grew feathers, I could spot them,
Though most donkeys haven't got them.
So as graceful as a seagull and as powerful
As an eagle upon high Whoosh I flew.
In a moment I had flown,
And I sat a top the belfry
Like a monarch on a throne.
Then I listened while below me
All the bells began their song.
When your silly chitter chatter came
And woke me with a fright
With the chit chat of your chatter,
You awoke me at that time
With your chitter chatter chatter.
You awoke me at that time
With your chatter and clatter.
Your chitchat and clatter,
Your chitchat and chatter, Your chitchat and clatter,
You awoke me, you awoke me,
You awoke me at that time.
With your chitter and chatter,
Your chitter and chatter, Your chitchat and clatter,
Your chitchat and clack,
You awoke me you awoke me,
You awoke me at that time,
You awoke me at that time,
Broke into my dream sublime.
To the summit of the steeple.
You awoke me at that time,
Yet despite your lack of manners,
You shall hear the revelation.

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Revised December 2005

  

Yet despite your lack of manners,
You shall hear the revelation.
All that chiming of the bells
A happy wedding it foretells.
And the feathers?
You, my daughters,
And the flying?
High promotion.
Yes, but what about the donkey?
Why the donkey? It was I,
For I am certain when I see you
That an ass was, Yes, it was I.
That your father was the ass,
That your father was the ass.
Royal mothers, regal ladies,
Both of you are bound to be.
Bearing lots of royal babies,
Whose proud grand pa I will be.
Me with a little monarch there,
Hip hooray the king's advancing,
And a baby monarch there,
And down the nursery prancing,
What a fam'ly I can see,
And what glory there for me.
Royal mother, regal ladies,
Both of you are bound to be,
Bearing lots of royal babies,
Whose proud grandpa will be me.
Here's a little king divine,
Humble servant, humble servant.
There's a baby king will shine,
Humble servant, humble servant,
And the glory will be mine,
Ah, yes, the glory will be mine.
Little princes divine,
How the baby kings shine.
Little princes divine,
How the baby kings shine.
And the glory all mine,
Glory, all the glory will be mine.
Royal mothers, regal ladies
Both of you are bound to be,
Bearing lots of royal babies,
Whose proud grandpa I will be,
And the glory will be mine,
And the glory will be mine,
Will be mine, will be mine,
Will be mine, will be mine!