"But The Marquis Of Boulli Has A Trump Card Up His Sleeve" lyrics - ROGER WATERS

[King & Queen:]
But the Marquis of Boulli had a trump card up his sleeve

[Ringmaster:]
The Marquis of Boulli a good General
And fiercely loyal to the crown
With his army in the East
Hatched a plan to see the King released

[Queen:]
The Queen assuming the title Baroness Korrf
Her papers signed by the King of course
Set forth before the break of day
To join up with Boulli in Alsace Lorraine

[Officer:]
From the shadows King Louis disguised as a humble valet
Sneaks out to make his getaway
With a small entourage of course

[Officer & Chorus:]
Just a few hundred light horse

[Troublemaker:]
Well let him go, let him run, with his Austrian whore

[Troublemaker & Male Chorus:]
Let him go to Prussia

[Officer & Male Chorus:]
Let him go to Austria
Let him go and die there

[Troublemaker & Male Chorus:]
Let him go

[Officer & Male Chorus:]
Let him go

[Troublemaker, Officer & Male Chorus:]
Let him rot wit his Austrian Queen

[Chorus:]
That the Republic at last can come into being
But wait, fate would intervene

[Officer:]
A keen-eyed postmaster by chance

[Officer & Chorus:]
Recognized the King and Queen and

[Chorus:]
Rode ahead to raise the alarm

[Ringmaster:]
In Parliament the moderates have their say

[Condorcet:]
The King has not fled
He was kidnapped instead
And spirited away

[Officer:]
To suggest that the King would run is a damnable lie

[Condorcet:]
It sticks in our throats and conflicts with our national pride

[Officer:]
But the Austrian court
And Brunswick of course
Say they'll declare war
If the King's not restored

[Troublemaker (mimicking Brunswick):]
You must leave the King alone
Or all of Paris will be torn down
Down to the very last stone

[Troublemaker & Officer:]
Paris will be pulverized
Down to the very last bone

[Queen:]
When the carriage returned
The acrid smoke of bridges burned
Hung heavy like a stifled sigh
And they say the Queen had a tear in here eye

[Officer:]
When through the carriage window
Louis turned to face his peers
A loyal friend, the Comte de Dampierre
Doffed his cap with elegance
In deference to the King
A brave and foolish thing to do
In light o f the prevailing mood

[Chorus:]
A few drops in her eye
A nice touch, a good try
Too little, too late
For a last roll of the die

[Ringmaster & Chorus:]
The crowd in a gesture less than elegant
Brutally remove his head

[Ringmaster:]
Brutally remove his head

[Chorus:]
Brutally remove his head