The First Opera
(just to tell you Erik's Secret Admirer suggested that I do this one and wrote the first verse, so yea. Go you! But yea, she's an awsum writer, you should check her stories out)
The first opera, Christine did so well
Everyone in the audience loved her song
The second opera was not so great
Because Buquet got hanged by Erik
Operas, operas, operas, operas,
There are so many operas in old Paris (pronounced pa-ree)
They listened to Christine with intent to make her
THe greatest opera singer the world had heard
But the managers had to keep La Carlotta
And so she sang instead of Christine
Operas, operas, operas, operas,
There are so many operas in old Paris
So Carlotta sang the Countess so bad
That Erik had to hang drunk Buquet
So Raoul joined Christine up in the rooftop
And they sang Say you'll Share with me
Operas, operas, operas, operas,
There are so many operas in old Paris
After this was Masquerade
And Erik came to join the fun
And there did he demand to the managers, who's gay
Who they shall cast and do what he say
Operas, operas, operas, operas
There are so many operas in old Paris
The last opera, the audience did hate
They thought it was crude and perverted (Don Juan, if you don't know, means a man who stalks or rapes girls, and Don Juan Triumphant means, well you know...)
But Erik came to sing with Christine
But she was a bitch and took his mask off
Operas, opera, operas, operas
There are so many operas in Old Paris