Salagadoola mechicka boola
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
So when the cat has got your tongue, there’s no need for dismay!
Just summon up this word and then you’ve got a lot to say!
Oo de lally!
Oo, the prince!
Okay, first, I am not a princess. I’m the daughter of the chief.
My daughter speaks with wisdom beyond her years.
Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question,
Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell?
I’ve got the batties!
If only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.”
Ah, it is morning, and all the trains are fast asleep. All except Casey’s. His train is slow asleep.
Casey, Jr.‘s comin’ down the track. Comin’ down the track. With a smoky stack.
Have a good breakfast, Mr. Fuller. And don’t you worry about any deserters, I’ll take care of your train.
Then, after lunch, it’s puzzles and darts and baking.
Sacrebleu! What is this? / How on earth could I miss / Such a sweet, little succulent crab / Quel dommage, what a loss! / Here we go, in the sauce / Now some flour, I think just a dab / Now I’ll stuff you with bread! / It don’t hurt, 'cause you’re dead / And you’re certainly lucky you are / 'Cause it’s gonna be hot in my big silver pot / Toodle-oo, mon poisson, au revoir!
Well, we didn’t travel six thousand miles just to see some French pastry dressed up like a tin soldier! I’ll tell you something, I’ve had with the French!
Citizens of Paris! Frollo has persecuted our people, ransacked our city. And now he has declared war on Notre Dame herself! Will we allow it?
It is a lady. A French lady.
Why, she- she tried to kill us. That, that, that terrible woman! Oh, if I was only a ten-foot mouse, I’d show her.
The battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me.
It’s clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we’re talking kings and successions
Even you can’t be caught unawares