We'll be there, we'll be seen Having tea with the queen

We'll forget everything That we've ever, ever been

-Blimey! It's my dress is caught. -Begging your pardon, ma' am.

-Come on, dear. -It's not me. It's my dress is caught.

Where is Victor? We might be late.

Fish merchants.

-It's a terrible day -Now, don 't be that way

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

-They're 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