Roger Waters - But The Marquis Of Boulli Has A Trump Card Up His Sleeve Lyrics

[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