The Opera House Tango ( to the tune of "The Cell Block Tango" from "Chicago")

Sung by Erik, Christine, Raoul, Carlotta, Meg, and Madame Giry:

Madame Giry:

Tap

Christine:

Mirror

Meg:

Twirl

Carlotta

Ah-ah

Erik:

Populaire

Raoul:

Daae

Random guy:

And now, the main characters of the Phantom of the Opera in their rendition of the Opera House Tango…

Madame Giry:

Tap

Christine:

Mirror

Meg:

Twirl

Carlotta:

Ah-ah

Erik:

Populaire

Raoul:

Daae

Madame Giry:

Tap

Christine:

Mirror

Meg:

Twirl

Carlotta:

Ah-ah

Erik:

Populaire

Raoul:

Daae

All:

They had it comin'

They had it comin'

They only had themselves to blame

If you had been there

If you have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Madame Giry:

You know how people have these little habits that get you down?

Like Gissele, Gissele she like to step

No, not step, tap!

So, I come to the opera house one night and I'm really irritated and I'm looking for a little bit of sympathy and there's Giselle, practicing her dances and stepping.

No, not stepping…TAPPING!

So I said to her, I said, you tap that foot one more time… and she did.

So I took a trumpet from the orchestra pit and I give her two warning spanks…onto her ass!

All:

She had it comin'

She had it comin'

She had it comin' all along

If you'd have been there

If you'd have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Christine:

I met Erik the opera ghost from the cellar about three months ago, and he told me he was the angel of music, and we went through the mirror right away. So, he took me to his lair. I'd go there, he'd give me voice lessons, he would hypnotize me, we'd go to bed, and then I found out…angel of music? Angel of music, my ass? Not only wasn't he the phantom, oh no, he murdered two men. One of those psychos, ya know? So that night, when he took me to his lair, I sang for him, as usual…You know, some guys are not who they say they are!

All:

He had it comin'

He had it comin'

He took the singer in her prime

And then he used her

And he seduced her

That mask is a fashion crime!

Meg:

Now, I'm standing backstage, practicing my dance steps, minding my own business. In storms my manager, Firmin in a jealous rage. "You been screwing the Phantom?" he said. He was crazy, and he kept on screaming " You been screwing the Phantom."

And then I told him it was Christine.

I told him it was Christine ten times…

All:

And then he used her

And seduced her

Andre's hair is a fashion crime!

Carlotta:

Yells a bunch of shit in Italian.

Reyer:

Yeah, but did you get laryngitis?

Carlotta:

Ah-ah. I croaked it!

All:

They had it comin'…

Erik:

Christine and I had these music lessons and she would always travel below with me. Now for our last lesson, we sang eight notes in a row… do re mi fa, one right after the other. So this one night, we're down at the opera populaire, singing, me seducing her, and she needs to go to the masquerade so I let her. I follow her. I walk up, to the roof, and there's Christine and Raoul, drinking number seven…tea! Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely freaked out, and I remember singing. It wasn't until later…when I saw the ring around her neck that I even knew she was engaged!

She had it comin'

She had it comin'

She had it comin' all along

We didn't do it

But if we'd done it

She would be wearing a black lace thong!

Raoul:

I loved Christine Daae more than I could possibly say. She was an innocent girl, sensitive, a soprano. But she was always talking about her angel of music. She'd go every night to see him and on the way she found a guy named Erik. I guess you could say Erik and I didn't get along because of artistic differences. I'm was a vicompte, and he wrote the music of the night!

All:

And he killed Joe

Joe

Joe

Joe

And he killed Joe

Joe

Joe

Joe

Joe

He had it comin'

He had it comin'

He was a total creep

He always looked down

The singer's blouses

So phantom put him to sleep!

He had it comin'

He had it comin'

This song makes no sense

I bet the writer

Was really hyper

Or maybe she was tense!

Madame Giry:

You tap that foot one more time…

Christine:

Angel of music, my ass…

Meg:

Ten times…

Carlotta:

Italian shit again

Erik:

Drinking number seven

Raoul:

Artistic differences

Madame Giry:

Tap

Christine:

Mirror

Meg:

Twirl

Carlotta:

Ah-ah

Erik:

Populaire

Raoul:

Daae