ORLOFSKY
I sing to the king fermented, tra la la,
Bubbly ornamented, tra la la.
There’s simply no describing
The pleasures of imbibing.
The curse of human dryness
Is banished by his highness:
Champagne the first,
The king by acclimation,
The monarch of libation
In bubbly coronation!
ALL
A toast, a toast, a toast!
ORLOFSKY
Then up with a magnum, let it pass,
Rim to rim, glass to glass,
Hail to his spirit, cheer it on,
And drink till the night is gone!
EISENSTEIN
A monk in a monastery, tra la la,
Sings to the golden berry, tra la la.
It makes the life monastic
No longer feel so drastic.
He finds it more consoling
Than even holy rolling.
Champagne the first, &c.
ADELE
In love the effect is awesome, tra la la,
Up like a budding blossom, tra la la.
It makes the heart grow fonder,
Makes blondes look even blonder,
It turns the cold and stony
To thoughts of matrimony!
Champagne the first, &c.